kinkfest | Playing With The Fire (Transformers, Optimus Prime/Starscream)

Title: Playing With The Fire
Rating: T
Warnings: It's Starscream; what other warnings do you need?
Word Count: 1169
Summary: "Got you," growled the Autobot, optics nearly white. "Did you thought you could escape after what you have done?"
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Starscream: rough sex - It took a lot to make him lose control, and figuring out just how hard to push quickly turned into a game.
A/N: Sorry, it's late. Also, english isn't my first language and my beta has computer related problems right now, so there is probably mistakes. Sorry again.

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He was playing with the fire, and he was about to crash and burn. Deep down, he knew that, but Starscream wouldn’t be deterred from his attempts. Smiling wickedly, he once again started to bait the ground bound mech who was chasing after him.

Or at least he had started to bait the Autobot when a hand began to crush his vocalizer, ending his words by a powerful shriek. The additionnal weigh desiquilibrated him, and his thrusters began to falter. The two mechs fell to the ground, the Autobot landing on top of him, his big frame pinning him to the floor.

“Got you,” growled the Autobot, optics nearly white. “Did you thought you could escape after what you have done?”

Trustfully, Starscream hadn’t expected to escape; he wasn’t even really trying. However, he was quite surprised to have been caught so fast. Then again, even if they couldn’t fly, this Autobot could jump. The Air Commander would never understand the Autobots’ fascination for the squishies’ games, and he certainly couldn’t understand why Prime enjoyed basketball so much.

He should be lucky the Prime had no interest in Jet Judo; he would be a killer at this so-called game.

Prime’s hands began to dig in his body, breaking the armor and ripping wires right and left. Without warning, he pushed his captive face against the ground. Starscream fought back a scream as he felt strong hands tearing at his wings. Others would probably be screaming their vocalizer off by now, but not the air Commander. Next to Megatron’s more intense punishment, the Prime was actually quite gentle.

Besides, it was what he wanted. The pain aside, he was longing for a furious, dominating Optimus Prime who would straddle him and take control over him, treating him like a slut, and not for the gentle, holier-than-you mech who liked to be careful and sweet in his love-making, as if he feared the Seeker would break in his grasp should be be more daring.

Starscream didn’t like gentle lovers. He never did. Or perhaps was he so used to be in pain or heavily restrained during ‘intimate encounters’ that he couldn’t find pleasure anywhere else than in rough interfacing sessions. He didn’t know why and it didn’t exactly matter anymore.

Having the Autobot’s leader on top of him was one of his greatest achievment nowadays. Starscream certainly wasn’t about to join the Autobots at any point, and Optimus would never go back on his convictions, but he was more than willing to provide ‘support’ to the red Seeker.

Had he not be in pain, Starscream would have snickered. ‘Support’. Right. Let the big mech believe what he wanted, as long as he had his fun, Starscream didn’t care. Unfortunately, things weren’t perfect.

Optimus was gentle. Too gentle. Under the battle mask and the long speeches about ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings blahblahblah’, the Decepticon’s Air Commander could sense dark emotions lurking, frustration carefully contained, violence wanting to be let out. Such dark emotions, such possibilities! That why Starscream enjoyed making the great Autobot leader mad.

It took a lot to make him lose control, and figuring out just how hard he had to push quickly turned into a game. Being insolent wasn’t working; the Prime was much more patient than Megatron ever would be. Starscream wasn’t an Autobot, so trying to overthrow the Prime would fell flat.

Injuring his troops outside of the battlefield, for no reason other than ‘I was bored’ and attacking innocent squishies bystanders... Now, that was something that rilled Prime up like nothing would ever.

Bye bye weakling Autobot politician, hello powerful, dangerous Prime warrior bent on revenge.

Still, as he finally let out a full-chilling scream as a good part of one of his wing was clearly ripped off, Starscream wondered if he hadn’t go too far this time. He was effectively grounded now. Even if he managed to shake the other mech off him, he was unable to fly away.

It wasn’t a good news. Prime certainly wouldn’t kill him, but Primus, he could be more imaginative than Megatron when it came to make sure someone was in pain.

The game just turned a bit too much dangerous right now.

Prime’s moved on top of him and suddenly, Starscream was turned over on his back. He hissed in pain as his naked, oversensitive circuits came in contact with small rocs and sand. From the corner of his optics, he could see a good third of his left wing on the ground. What a waste; Hook had just repaired this one after their last defeat...

Prime grabbed his chin, and Starscream forced himself to stay unmoving. “You could have killed Bumblebee,” growled the big Autobot, his fingers diggind into the Air Commander’s faceplates.

“But I didn’t,” answered the downed mech as calmly as he could – there was no way he would start cowering and beg for his life right now; it wasn’t the impression he wanted to give to Prime, not now and not ever. Coward he may be, but not to this point. He had still some pride. Besides, he was right where he wanted to be. “It was just null rays; your medic should have already repaired him before you even go back to your base,” he added humbly, head lowered in a submitting position, carefully moving one of his legs so his knee could brush Optimus’ inner thigh.

The Prime paused and lowered his glare on the Seeker’s lower body. Behind his battle mask, a grin anyone would have considered as creepy began to grow. Smiling savagely to himself, the large Autobot put one of his knees on Starscream’s waist.

“Had you only injured Bumblebee, I would have let you go. But you also attacked spike and shoot Inferno and Cliffjumper in your escape. I think you should be... suitably punished,” said Optimus, one of his large hand tugging forcefully at some loose wires in the Seeker’s side. His engines bagan to revv as he moved the knee maintening the Seeker on the ground and as he spread Starscream’s legs appart, trying to gain a better access.

Shivers run through the Seeker’s limbs as, despite the pain and a slowly growing arousal, a victorious smile lightened his face. Optimus frowned at him but didn’t comment, his hand digging into his ‘captive’’s side, touching bunddles of wire and circuits.

Starscream moaned and let the Prime take control. Once again he glanced at his mangled wing, at his cracked and partially shattered canopy and at the deep gashes on his body – at least, those he could see; he didn’t dare to imagine in which state was his back.

Finding a way to push Prime past his limits without losing a wing or two in the process was quietly becoming his biggest worry on his ‘To-Do’ list, right after ‘Finding a new way to get rid of Megatron and becoming the new Decepticon’s leader.’

But right now, he had more pleasant things to worry about...