kinkfest | We're Pirates [Transformers, Prime/Starscream, PG]

Title: We're Pirates
Author:

yami_samuraiflo
Rating: PG
Warnings: Starscream is saying bad words...
Word count: 1150
Prompt: Transformers (G1 AU), Prime/Starscream: captured by the enemy - When you're a professional pirate...
Summary: Captain Optimus Prime is very amused by his latest captive's behavior...

When the Autobots had boarded the merchant ship, they knew they would gain quite a treasure; any ship from Swindle’s fleet was always good news for the crew of the Ark, each one of them always full of Energon cubes, precious objects and weapons.

Sure, they knew the ship would be well defended, but they had attacked anyway, and after an hard battle, they had managed to wind and to take some prisoners they could ransom. It wasn’t unusual for them.

But to catch the red and white Seeker now maybe it had been a mistake, or so some of his mechs thought. Of course, one could consider them biased; their little captive was quite the feisty one, with a voice reaching high enough to shatter crystal quite easily, and an impressive bunch of insults that even Kup, the old sea-dog he was, hadn’t heard before. And Primus knew he used some quite often on the cabin mechlings, Hot Rod and Bumblebee.

They had captured Decepticons’ nobles before, but never one like this. Starscream, Prince of Tarn and Vos, had proclaimed the newly captured mech with the majesty and arrogance one would expect from a wealthy Decepticon’s invader. Starscream, one of Megatron most prized lieutenants, commanding the aerial squadrons of the Decepticons army. The very same aerial squadrons which had almost reduced Praxus to ashes and did so much damages in Iacon.

Optimus frowned inwardly as he recalled the brutal invasion of their lands by the enemy troops.

It had been so quick; one day the land was at peace, and the next moment troops swarmed Iacon, destroying buildings and killing mechs and femmes and sparklings in the name of Lord Genaral Megatron. The old council governing the land had surrendered their city to the warlord, letting him roam free and transforming their once peaceful country into a sad reflection of what it had once been.

Only Alpha Trion, old and wise councilmech he was, chose to resist; and to this effect, chose the young Orion, one of his captains, to be upgraded and to lead the resistance against the oppressor. But to battle on land had proven futile and dangerous. Nowhere could the burgeoning resistance could find a safe place where no one would find them or denounce them to gain favors, money or simply to survive.

So they had taken to the seas, constructing ships, attacking Decepticon ships as often as they could and escaping capture each time; for the Autobots were good with ships, having been accomplished sailors for most of their history, whereas the Decepticons were ignorant of the ways of the Rust Sea. Sure they had battleships, but none of them knew how to use the currents, how to predict the weather, how to sail or how to build ships both resistant and quick as well as the Autobots could.

It was strange how life worked; from honest working mech, they had become fighters and pirates, free of the laws. And in a way, Optimus liked it.

Someone knocked at his door and the captain let out a simple ‘enter’ as he sat comfortably at the large desk he had stolen in an earlier scuffle with the Decepticon fleet.

Brawn and Ironhide were both escorting the captive, the former pulling on the manacles to get him to advance and the latter pushing the reluctant prisoner who was refusing to advance, snarling at his captors and muttering threats and insults under his breath.

Optimus felt like smiling. The Seeker Prince wasn’t the most pleasant mech to be around, but there was definitely something very enthralling about him. Perhaps it was the way he had moved during the battle, with a grace the Prime had rarely witnessed, or perhaps it was that sharp tongue and snide comments he kept making at everyone's expense. Or perhaps it was the way he had almost driven the twins mad by singing (purposely) off-key the whole ’300 High grade cubes’ song for hours without stopping.

His two crewmechs pulled Starscream inside and after a quick salute, left and closed the door behind them, standing guardjust outside. Optimus contemplated the Seeker in silence. He was truly a fine specimen of a mech. Nice paintjob, well proportioned body, long limbs, beautiful wings that were asking to be teased and, he mused, one of the nicest aft the big mech had ever seen.

“Like what you see?” asked the red Seeker with a smirk, slowly swaying his hips right and left, as if trying to provoke his captor.

Optimus raised an optic ridge. “Immensely, I must admit. But really, your attitude is unfitting considering your situation. Any other mech would try to play along and stay quiet to ensure we wouldn’t kill him prematurely.”

Starscream sneered, his wings twitching as he brought his bound hands to his chest. “First off, do I look like any other mech? Second off, if you really intended to kill me, you would already have done so. The worst you could do to me, actually, is breaking my vocalizer; and even then, you know very well I’ll found a new way to rile your crew up. Oh, and you can force me to surrender, you sorry excuse for a trash compactor, but you can’t force me to do so with dignity!”

Prime actually chuckled at that, beyond amused. For a Decepticon, the Tarn Prince wasn’t a bad mech. A bit stuck-up, definitely having a killer mouth and no sense of dignity whatsoever, but damn him if he wasn’t some kind of wet dream. “Fair enough, my dear. Fair enough. Now, would you take a chair or should I force you to take a seat?”

And that he would if he had to. As much as Starscream amused him, he was still the only master here, and he demanded a modicum of respect, even from the smart mouthed winged mech. Thankfully, Starscream took the hint and sat quietly, crossing his legs in and almost provocative manner.

“Six orns aboard your dirty, foul smelling ship without seeing land," Starscream began. "Six weeks drinking only low grade and enduring your crew's lustful looks, silly talks, stupid jokes and the endless prattle of that gunner of yours. If you want to drive me insane, and Primus knows you aren't the first; though congratulations, you’re definitely in the lead. Megatron must have paid you by now, so just let me go you… you ruffian!” Starscream finished, looking quite crossed, his optics turned toward the small window of the cabin.

Prime just laughed aloud, shaking his head. Oh, the Seeker Prince was a feisty one. He truly wanted to keep him around, and perhaps his wishes would be granted. Now, he just couldn’t wait to tell his pretty little captive that his dear Lord Megatron had refused to pay his ransom. Considering the temper tantrum the Seeker had already thrown, the spectacle should be… interesting.

We're Pirates [Transformers, Prime/Starscream, PG]

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