kinkfest | Power Struggle (Transformers, Starscream/Megatron, PG)

Title: Power Struggle
Author/Artist:

queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: mech orgasm
Word count: 385
Prompt: - Transformers, Starscream/Megatron: power struggles - Starscream finally one-ups Megatron
A/N: This prompt was due June 6. I apologize for the tardiness. Also, since this prompt didn't specify which incarnation of Transformers it was for, I wrote it for the movie universe.

Megatron woke to a tremor of limbs, to a powerful current that raged through his body and echoed through every circuit and diode. He rode the surge as it built and peaked, slamming into his chest with enough force to rock his metal body. With a scream of pleasure, his eyes snapped open, unfocused.

Flickers and surges of electricity continued to spark at random, run from the length of his body toward the spark in his chest. My spark. Everything seemed drawn to it, every ounce of energy in his body.

Surges gathered, flowed through his wiring, sparked across his metal frame, leapt from body part to body part, until they built into another orgasm almost as powerful as the first. His body trembled until the metal groaned beneath the pure bliss of sensations.

"Megatron." The raspy voice broke through the haze of electric pulses.

"Star...scream." His own voice sounded weak and unlike him. His eyes focused.

The jet sat beside him with a leg in his hands. Megatron looked down the length of his body to the stump on the left where his leg should have been. Water dripped from the limb, dropped from his entire body. It was no wonder the circuit of pleasure continued.

"What...happened?" He struggled to remember. Optimus. The boy. The... "The Allspark."

"They used it to destroy you," Starscream explained.

"Destroy me?" The voice that had once rumbled in his chest sounded uncertain, burnt out. "Starscream, what's wrong with me?"

A smile curled the Decepticon's metal lips. "Wrong, Megatron?"

"I feel...feel..." The sparks that had been pleasure turned to pain that wracked his body, forced a scream from his lips. His chest burned, ached until he screamed again.

"Get it out!" He dug at his chest plate with long, multi-jointed fingers. "Get it out!"

"But, if I do that, you'll cease to function again."

"What is it? How did you?"

Starscream's smile deepened. "I brought you back from the depths. I brought you back from death." Opening his chest plate, he exposed his pulsing spark...half a spark now.

"No." Megatron shook his head in protest. "You couldn't have. That means..."

"You're mine now, Megatron."

The current grew again, alternated between pain and pleasure. And in the midst of his third scream, Megatron heard Starscream laugh, "All mine."