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“You’re, uh, bigger than how you appear on the holovids.”
The seeker’s wings trembled slightly. His dark, expensive lips were full and slightly parted.
“Is that going to be a problem?” Megatron asked. He moved his optics up from the lips to the gentle sweep of the seeker’s nose to his slightly widening optics.
“No,” he replied quickly. “It’s not a problem, as long as you stick to the rules.” Now he sounded irritated and haughty.
Megatron took a step towards the seeker, who abruptly stepped back out of reach. Megatron smirked and turned towards a small table up against the wall. He just wanted to take off some of his protective armor from the fight. He hadn’t meant to step in the mech’s personal space. No, no, nothing of the sort.
“Rules?” Megatron asked innocently as if he didn’t already know them.
“Yes, you dumb brute,” the seeker replied. Megatron glanced back at him as he unclicked his shoulder guard and let it slide down his arm. “The rules you agreed to,” he continued. “You wanted, uh, the experience. But didn’t pay for the whole thing.”
He was so intentionally vague. Had he ever done this before? Megatron leaned his hips forward to undo his belt that held his weapons during the match. It came undone in his servos, and he placed it on the table. “What would be the whole thing?”
“Penetration!” The seeker stamped his foot in irritation. “Stop being stupid.”
“I am but a dumb brute,” Megatron replied, removing his thigh holster with a click. He noticed the seeker was watching with rapt attention, and Megatron might have lingered a moment with his digits against his inner thighs. He smirked.
The seeker noticed his gaze and flared his nostrils. “You paid for a night with a Seeker, but you didn’t pay for penetration,” the seeker explained, exasperated.
“I asked for a willing participant as well,” Megatron replied, amused. He placed the thigh holster on the table reverently. The blade he had hidden in there had come in handy for the finishing blow. “You seem to be a little reluctant.”
“I’m- I’m willing,” he said softer. “You’re just. Big. Gladiators always like to pay for nothing but take everything in the end.”
Megatron arched an optic ridge. “Have you been with many gladiators?”
The seeker’s wings twitched, and he looked away towards the berth, choosing not to answer.
Megatron leaned against the table and folded his arms. The mech had way too much personality to have been doing this for long. He was prettier than was typical, too; bright red plating on his hips and chest, light gray panels on a cinched waist and upper leg, blue pedes, and servos that all looked well polished.
Megatron looked at his thighs and saw that they were glossy with a finish as fine as the rest of him.
“What should I call you?” Megatron said, finally taking off his wrist guards. They were scuffed and dented from fending off blows during the last battle, which had been particularly intense. It left him feeling a little agitated.
The seeker swallowed. “Starscream.”
“Starscream,” Megatron replied, letting the name roll across his glossa. “You seem nervous.”
“I’m just waiting for you to ‘verbally agree to the terms’ before we get this over with.” He had used little air quotes with his delicate digits to indicate that the words were not his own.
Megatron inclined his helm. “I will not penetrate you.”
“Good,” Starscream replied. His shoulders relaxed a bit. “Good.”
He must know that Megatron was toying with him; that must be why he acted so petulant. Megatron pursed his lips and nodded. “Good,” he agreed.
He slowly pulled himself away from the desk and stepped forward. “So, to be clear,” Megatron said, drinking in every detail of Starscream’s frame, “I cannot penetrate your valve. I cannot penetrate your mouth.” Starscream looked up at him as he stepped closer, his optics widening. “I cannot penetrate your aft.” He placed his servo on Starscream’s cockpit and firmly pushed him down to sit on the berth. His legs wobbled for a moment before he fell into the berth with a gasp. “I cannot penetrate inside you in any way. Not with my spike, my digits, nor my glossa. Is that accurate?”
Starscream mutely nodded, his optics still comically large. Megatron leaned down on top of him, eclipsing him with his shadow, pushing him back to lay down on the berth. There was still some nervous hesitancy, but eventually, Starscream complied. Megatron moved on top of him, his knees on either side of Starscream’s smooth outer thighs, straddling him and enjoying the feeling of having this smaller, warmer frame pressed into the berth beneath him.
“There are other combinations that are also not allowed,” Starscream said, his voice strained. His venting had increased a little, and his optics kept flicking to different details on Megatron’s face; a scar, his mouth upturned in a smirk, his glowing optics.
“Like what?” Megatron asked as he nonchalantly reached into the drawer of the table beside the berth. Various interface aids waited for him inside, but he found two of the things he was looking for. He pulled out a small container of warming lubricant and some cabling meant to be used to subdue someone.
Starscream’s optics went wider. “Meg-”
“Hmm? What other combinations are not allowed, Starscream?”
He put the cabling down so that it was easily within reach for when he needed it. He kept Starscream pinned beneath him even though he started to squirm. He sat on Starscream’s legs and looked at the lubricant’s directions and ingredients, taking all the time in the world.
“My spark-” Starscream croaked out, trying to wiggle out from underneath Megatron’s thighs.
“Ah, is that what you are worried about?” Megatron replied, squeezing tighter around Starscream with his legs. Starscream made a noise somewhere between a growl and a cry as he still struggled. “Afraid I am going to debauch you, seeker? Perish the thought.” He leaned down so that his face was microns from Starscream’s mouth and inspected him closely. “I don’t think you do this kind of thing often. Am I wrong?”
Starscream met his gaze and then looked away, sighing. “I… have some debts.”
“Oh?” Megatron said, pulling back. “And you thought that letting a gladiator have you for a night but with no penetration would be easy, did you?”
Starscream winced. Clearly, he did.
“I could pay for a valve or a port if I wanted one,” Megatron replied, settling into his perch on top. "But it is not penetration I am after this evening, but… restraint. I will use your frame for my pleasure, but not penetrate you. Do we have an understanding?”
Starscream swallowed, and a faint shiver echoed through his frame.
“Starscream?”
“Yes,” he replied. Megatron might have missed the word if he hadn’t been staring at Starscream’s pretty mouth. “What… what do you want to do if you can’t penetrate me?”
Ah. He really was very inexperienced then. “You know, I’m not sure anyone has ever told you, considering all of your other assets, but your thighs, Starscream,” he said, running a single digit down the inner seam. Starscream trembled again. “Are beautiful. They are very smooth and well-polished. And this light, milky gray color is incredibly erotic. I’ll bet you just walk around with these displayed as if no one can just come up and slip a servo up them.” He demonstrated by gripping a handful of Starscream’s inner thigh, and Starscream jerked at the touch.
Oh, but they felt better than he had anticipated. They were firm and athletic but smooth. His spike twitched with interest beneath his panel.
Megatron rubbed his thumb against his thigh. “Tonight, I’m going to bind your knees together, and then I am going to fuck your thighs.”
Starscream furrowed his brow. “My thighs?”
“Oh, yes.”
He could see the confusion in Starscream’s face still as he appeared to be waiting for the catch. Megatron tilted his helm and arched an optic ridge. “Shall we begin?”
Starscream looked up at him for a long moment, just staring incredulously. “It’s your night, I guess,” he said. “I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Megatron replied, pulling back off Starscream's legs. Starscream bent them and shifted slightly, perhaps sore from Megatron’s weight. Megatron reached for the cable and carefully pulled Starscream’s legs off the berth and into his lap. “Or, alternatively, you can do whatever you’d like.”
His legs were quite nice. His thighs tapered down to the thicker part of his calf and heeled pede thruster. The little pop of blue on the shin was cheeky and worth touching, and Megatron smiled as Starscream froze at the touch. Megatron took another moment to admire the legs, and then he slowly wrapped the cable around Starscream’s knees. He wanted to properly bind him so that he couldn’t move his thighs apart, but he didn’t want to hurt him either. “Too tight?”
Starscream shrugged unhelpfully.
Megatron smirked. He then pulled Starscream’s legs up and pulled his aft flush against Megatron’s frame. With Megatron up on his knees, his codpiece was snugly rubbing against the back of Starscream’s thighs.
Perfect.
He started to grind against the thighs a little as he reached for the lubricant again.
“Has no one ever done this to you before?” Megatron asked as his codpiece began to warm.
“No.”
“Really? I’m surprised. Someone must have told you how delightful these are.”
Starscream looked at him grinding against his thighs, and it looked like his face heated a little. “Mostly mechs just want to touch my wings.”
“Your wings?” Megatron said, his gaze falling on them. “Well, they are quite nice as well. But I can’t fuck your wings, Starscream.”
“Not with that attitude,” Starscream said, smirking.
Oh. He was flirting back.
“Something to explore for later, then,” Megatron replied. He opened the lubricant and dipped his digits in. At first, it was cold, but it started to heat up to a pleasant warmth when he rubbed his digits together. He reached down between the gap of Starscream’s thighs and started to coat them with the lubricant.
“Ah-oh?” Starscream said. “Oh, it’s warm.”
Megatron smiled as he moved his digits back and forth, caressing the thighs. Starscream shifted his upper torso, and Megatron thought he could also feel some heat coming off of his codpiece. “Exquisite, Starscream,” he praised. “I knew you would see it my way. Just relax.”
Starscream did relax; some held tension bled out of his frame, and he accepted Megatron's petting, caressing movement. Megatron saw Starscream dim his optics and then offline them completely.
So, Megatron then snicked open his interface array and pulled out his erect spike.
Starscream heard the noise, his optics onlining wide and surprised, and he looked tense again, but Megatron held him down from rising. “Relax,” he said again. Starscream knit his brow and then forced his features to look bored, and then he looked away in embarrassment.
Megatron began to grind against his thighs again, but this time with his exposed spike. Oh, but his thighs felt divine.
Starscream clenched his jaw but said nothing. Megatron sighed as he slowly became more aroused; honestly, Starscream’s indifference to Megatron taking his pleasure only made his spike harder.
He pressed his spike between his thighs, and there was a little bit of a wet noise as his spike slid against the lubricant. Starscream gave a sharp intake of breath as some of the lubricant dripped down his thigh onto his panels. Megatron uttered a little low, pleased hum as he started to thrust.
The joy of this was how much it looked like they were actually interfacing. Starscream’s frame moved with each thrust, rippling from the force of Megatron’s impact. He blushed harder, avoiding Megatron’s optics, trying to find something interesting to look at on the wall.
The feeling was wonderful. A valve was a delight, but thighs were special to Megatron. Starscream looked so incredibly embarrassed at Megatron’s thrusting, and the look was actually quite charming on the seeker’s face. He looked like he might be used to being in control of the situation, but here on his back, as Megatron used his smooth thighs, he was powerless.
Megatron enjoyed toppling the little upstart.
Megatron kept pushing his spike through Starscream’s thighs, and he began to see his head peek through the thighs as he became more determined to overload. If only Starscream would look down to see it, see how he was being fucked and used, see Megatron’s spike head as it crested from between his tight thighs.
Starscream glanced down. He blinked a few moments with surprise, and that was when Megatron groaned with overload. Transfluid spurted out of his spike and onto Starscream’s abdomen. Megatron’s spike spasmed from the release, and he took a few more shallow thrusts to ride out the pleasure.
Starscream’s disgusted face made him chuckle. Oh, if only he could come on that sneer.
“Flip onto your front,” Megatron said, slightly breathless.
Starscream hesitated, looking down at his marred finish. “But I-”
“No cleaning. Flip. And retract your panel.”
Starscream froze, glaring.
“I just want to admire what I can’t have,” Megatron said sweetly. He bodily grabbed Starscream’s hips and flipped him onto his cockpit as Starscream gave a surprised yelp. Megatron positioned him so that his knees were pushing into the berth, and his pert, red aft was sticking up into the air. Starscream grumbled and grabbed a pillow to hold on to under his chest.
Megatron looked at the well-defined aft in front of him and licked his lips. Yes, this was why he wanted a seeker. Their wings were interesting, instruments of flight, but their physiology below the waist was a matter of delicious ratios that delighted the optics. Starscream, in particular, had curves and angles that begged to be touched.
Megatron grabbed his aft, ignoring Starscream’s flinch. He tested the firmness of the plating, kneading with his digits. He traced his thumb up the seam over top of his still-closed panel and thumbed where he knew his port was. Starscream’s wings twitched in irritation, and he tried to turn around, likely to glare.
Megatron rubbed his spike against the back of Starscream’s thighs that were still warm from the lubricant and friction from his thrusting previously. “Are you enjoying yourself yet?” Megatron asked.
“It’s… different,” Starscream said. He tried to shift his hips, and Megatron took it as an invitation to thrust his hips forward, his spike gliding between his thighs.
Starscream froze, tensing. Megatron stroked the curve of his aft. “Retract your panel, and you might enjoy it more.”
Starscream exvented, irritated. But then complied.
He was glistening.
“What trim equipment,” Megatron praised. He lightly touched over the exposed array. He could see the swollen lips of his valve and the tight iris of his port, and if he looked down further, he could see the underside of his engorged spike pointing down towards the berth. Starscream squirmed at the touch, giving a small noise of annoyance. “Am I not allowed to touch?” Megatron asked. “I’m not penetrating.”
Starscream slumped further into his pillow, choosing not to answer.
Megatron moved his spike upwards so that it kissed the outside of Starscream’s valve. Starscream whimpered, and Megatron kept a hold of his hips and started to grind.
“You’re alright,” Megatron said, rubbing harder against his folds. “Would it be so terrible to be penetrated?”
Starscream pressed his face harder into the pillow. “I’m not supposed to,” his muffled voice said. “I could get in trouble.”
Megatron blinked at those words for a moment. Starscream grabbed the pillow harder as if trying to hide.
Well, this just got more interesting.
“Am I managing to stimulate your anterior node?” Megatron asked, his voice strained.
Starscream swallowed and nodded, surrendering a little. Megatron smiled and started thrusting faster and harder into the slick of his thighs.
Megatron didn’t think this was Starscream’s first sexual experience, but it probably was one of his more dangerous liaisons. Did he have overbearing creators? Was he in a deep relationship with someone and didn’t want it to be perceived as cheating? The possibilities were tantalizing, and Megatron hoped he could pry the answers out of the little seeker before the night was through.
Starscream began to squirm in the berth, almost as if he sought more friction. Megatron held him still at the hips and slowly dragged his spike against Starscream’s valve, tightly grinding against the folds. Starscream keened and moaned, clearly wanting to move, but Megatron didn’t trust that he might accidentally slip inside the seeker if he wasn’t careful. Starscream was so warm and eager, and his little noises of want almost made Megatron want to go back on his promises.
Why couldn’t he have the seeker’s valve? After all, he could pay for it. It was clear that Starscream wanted it, the way he was pressing back against Megatron and the way his wings canted down in complete submission. He was whining now, and he might have choked back a sob as Megatron took his pleasure at the apex of his thighs. Or maybe he could take Starscream’s port? Slowly slide in, length by impossible length into the tightness waiting for him- and perhaps it would have been the first time Starscream had felt that pressure? The feeling of being filled by such girth?
Megatron bit his bottom lip as his thumb just lightly rested on top of the irised port as his hips sped up. He could press a little harder, and maybe Starscream would open for him? Would that be an invitation to take him?
Megatron bit his lip a little harder until it hurt. He removed his thumb from the presented aft and instead focused on Starscream’s thighs, thrusting faster, feeling every drag of his spike against the lubricating valve, the tension coiling at the base of his spike until he finally felt the edge of release, and he came between those thighs.
Starscream vented harshly in frustration as his entire frame was shaking. Megatron arched an optic ridge as he slowly pulled Starscream back and undid the binding on his knees, which only made Starscream sob more.
He flipped him around and saw that Starscream was angrily crying, pawing at his face so that Megatron couldn’t see. His swollen spike twitched between his legs, and his wet valve was still dripping lubricant down his ruined thighs. He was an absolute mess and didn’t seem to be able to handle his level of arousal without release.
Megatron was feeling indulgent. He leaned down and licked Starscream’s face, lapping up his tears, which made Starscream struggle and squirm to get away from his attentions. He was pushing with his arms to try and get Megatron off of him, clearly embarrassed and angry.
Megatron chuckled darkly and then grabbed Starscream’s spike and began to pump it in his servo. Starscream hiccupped a few times before moaning and throwing his helm back. He squeezed his optics closed tightly, and more tears fell, and Megatron hummed quietly against his audial. “Is it shameful to ask for pleasure, Starscream?” he whispered. “You are so proud and haughty, yet you are undone by a little bit of stimulation. You have needs, little seeker, and they are clearly not being attended to.” Starscream turned his pained red optics to look at Megatron, and Megatron pumped his spike harder. Starscream gasped, his back arching. “You may have your pleasure too. I want to see it,” he said gutturally, licking Starscream’s cheek again.
Starscream came, and it was clear that it was a relief to the poor seeker. His shoulders slumped, and his fans kept whirring at their maximum setting as he tried to catch his vents. His spike spurted transfluid over Megatron’s servo, and Megatron lightly pumped it until he was clearly empty. Starscream’s mouth hung open a little as he vented, his face slack in post-overload bliss.
Oh, if he looked this way just from a handjob, Megatron couldn’t imagine what it would be like to ruin him in other ways.
But that would have to wait.
Satisfied that he had been the master of his own desire for the evening, Megatron began to clean himself. As an afterthought, he began to clean his poor seeker as well, who put up only nominal resistance to the soft treatment. He looked incredibly sleepy post-orgasm.
Megatron smirked and tucked himself around Starscream, who gave him a dirty look. “I get you until the morning,” Megatron answered the unspoken question. He reached around and pulled Starscream up against him in an embrace. He was incredibly warm, his spark fluttering in his chest and his fans still trying to calm him down.
“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Megatron purred. “We’ll come up with some other ways to get you off that don’t break the rules.”
Starscream mumbled something incoherently derogatory, and Megatron merely chuckled, grasping him close until morning.