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Red.
His optics were such a perfect, purely brilliant shade of red , and it was one thing to admire them from afar, but to be brought so close to such alluring vermilion beauty was something entirely different . They were caught in the hypnotism of those crimson optics, that deeply burning glow washing over their frame and seeming even to seep into the deepest corners of their core processor, infiltrating their every thought with its strange magnetism. It was somehow both soothing and thrilling.
They let him take them in his arms and gently lay them on the ground, readily compliant as he moved them under him, the sure, firm pressure of his servos lighting within them a languid excitement. There was some important thought nagging at their processor, something flighty and urgent - an apprehension, or perhaps a half-obscured revelation - but they couldn't quite remember it, so it must not be too important. Admittedly they were in a bit of a lovely daze, easily awed by the powerful, nearly overwhelming presence of the Jet above them. One of his servos was planted on the rough stone by their helm, caging them in; the other laid possessively on their waist, and although it was a casual hold, the latent strength they could feel in it left them weak-willed and giddy.
Starscream smiled down at them, his reassuring grin revealing unnaturally sharp teeth - fangs, they realized, a little worried at their own indifference. His optics glinted with something distantly wicked that really ought to bother them more than it did. As if sensing their fledgeling agitation, the Jet moved his servo to their thigh, trailing his fingertips across the smooth metal up to their hip, and they sighed, relaxing into his touch, their momentary concerns dissipated, feeling somehow that everything was alright. No, more than alright, everything was wonderful .
Slowly, leisurely, with the sort of care that knows it has all the time in the world to enjoy itself, he caressed their plating, running his servo from their thigh to their chassis and back again, occasionally dipping into the seams of their armor to tease the sensitive cables beneath. They shifted underneath him, letting him part their legs, his every touch sending tender arcs of lightning through their frame. Starscream traced along the seam of their inner thigh and delicately brushed his fingertips against their interface panel, still watching them with an intensity nearly unbearable, and somehow the captivating crimson glow of his optics from which they could not look away heightened their every sensation, and a light moan fell helplessly from their lip-plates. They'd interfaced before, but it had never been like this - this was new , and they felt hot with pleasure, their processor already fuzzy.
He nudged more insistently at their panel, and they retracted it obediently, gazing up at him newly aching for his approval. They shivered as his servo traced the soaked mesh of their entrance, his thumb rolling over their anterior node, and then without warning, without so much as a pause, he pushed a finger into their dripping valve, and they gasped, optics flaring with pleasure.
"My, you're sweet," he purred, tilting his helm to the side with a deeply indecent smirk. Flustered, they could only whine in reply, their valve cycling down eagerly around the digit teasing at their inner walls. It was embarrassing how aroused they'd gotten so quickly, but they couldn't bring themselves to care, not when he was curling his servo inside of them, sending surges of dizzying rapture through them as it dragged against the sensitive mesh, working in and out of them with a steady, playfully slow rhythm unbothered by how desperately they were clenching around him as he brought them closer, his thumb skillfully rubbing circles against their node, and all while watching their pleasured expression so intently…
They tilted their helm back with a moan, rocking their hips into his hand, dazedly feeling their overload approaching not so distantly - but that thought must have crossed their faceplate as it did their mind, because Starscream stopped entirely, pulling his servo now glistening with their lubricant from their valve. They whined plaintively, hips stuttering, chasing just a little more, but stilled at a single chastising look from him. His optics were so beautiful , so purely, perfectly red, and there was a hunger not unlike a fire, leaping and falling, smoldering entrancingly within them. They felt like they were overheating, an eager flame of their own burning through their frame in response.
The lightest touch of his servo cupping the side of their helm made them shiver. His thumb pressed against their lower lip-plate, and without even a flicker of thought they darted the tip of their tongue against it. Starscream's optics widened, and an indescribable affection took possessive, monstrous form within those crimson depths. They opened their mouth, submissively accepting the servo he slid over their lips, sucking on it with excited devotion. They ran their tongue around his digit, licking it clean, moving their helm as best they could. Their hazy processor distantly recognized the taste of their own lubricant, and underneath that the blue metal tasted sharp, like ozone...and there was something else, something dark and electric and elusive, something not unlike the very essence of a shadow...and it was a taste even more thrilling than the others. They felt their valve cycle down around nothing, dripping with eagerness, and whimpered, muffled by his finger.
The Jet groaned, taking his servo back, and rubbed gentle circles into their chassis. "You're such a good pet," he murmured, his lip-plates lifting in a smirk when they shifted under him, flustered by the praise. His optics were burning, the dimmed glow more of a sultry ember than ever before.
They lay pliant beneath his strong servos as he positioned them, letting him move them as he pleased, feeling dull and warm and content, and yet needy, so needy, and they squirmed subconsciously, rubbing their thighs together - and a sudden pain made them squeak. Starscream held them still, his servo gripping their hip hard enough to dent it, his fingertips digging into their plating like claws. "You're too tempting like that, pet," he warned. "If you can't keep still, I'll have to chain you up." For a moment, uncertainty took them by storm, and they gazed into his optics flashing in dangerous affection with a new and tentative dismay, the pain bringing the thought of what they'd forgotten almost within reach.
But the lightning approaching madness faded, and his servo loosened, and they were left basking again in that rapturous red glow, shaking off their silly doubts. Surely he was only joking...and even if he wasn't, they weren't entirely opposed to...oh, but they wanted to be good . There could be time for that later, maybe?
He slid his servo up to their waist and squeezed gently. It was the final reassurance they needed. It was the kind of sweet lover's gesture that they wouldn't expect from...from...oh, frag it . It didn't matter. It was wonderful , and they cast aside that last hesitation and gave themselves fully to his care, waiting for him so lovingly, trembling underneath him, adoring, wanting, needing - !
Starscream buried his spike inside them in one smooth, forceful thrust, and they arched against him, optics wide, crying out in that shock of sudden ecstasy and at the subtle ache of his spike stretching them around its considerable girth, their servos clawing against his shoulders as they shuddered, entirely overwhelmed by pleasure almost too much to handle. He was a perfect fit, stretching them just enough that they were completely at the mercy of sensation, keenly, desirously aware of his ridged spike pushing so deep inside of their valve, their sensitive mesh walls clenching tightly around him. He was with them, the strong, heavy presence of his frame above them comforting, and he was inside of them, and it was wonderful and incredible and amazing and unlike anything they'd ever felt before, and they never wanted that feeling to stop.
Somehow they managed to focus their dazed optics on his expression - he was looking at them with a strange mix of content pleasure and deep hunger, his optics on the edge of bursting into blazing inferno. Before they could think too much of it, he broke their entranced gaze and lowered his helm to their neck. It was instantaneous - the absence of those dazzling optics locking them into his thrall crashed over them like a freezing wave, but they hadn't had barely a second to recover from that shocking cold and disconcerting half-clarity when he nipped delicately at the sensitive cabling. They gasped and arched against him again, their valve cycling down around his spike, and he murmured something sweetly, too low for them to hear, nuzzling against their neck.
They were expecting another playful nibble, or even a love bite, but instead Starscream sunk his fangs deep into their fuel line. Their servos curled harder against his chassis, trying in weak futility to push him away. They were helpless against his strength and intention, half-paralyzed, lip-plates parting in a silent cry of pain and surprise. It hurt ...but...the agony they were expecting didn't come, and the initial sharp, stabbing pain only lasted a few seconds before fading to a mere echo of itself, a dull background ache for a strangely pleasurable sensation. Their servos went slack, then feebly began to claw at his shoulders again, unconsciously trying to pull him closer. They could only stare up at the stars, a glittering infinity far above them, amazed, and still dully aware that this was maybe wrong, but - but he was gently rocking his hips into theirs, fragging them slowly, sensually, his spike burying itself so deep inside them, stimulating every oversensitive nerve, setting their processor alight with arcing, celestial rapture. They couldn't help but surrender, small, pleading moans for more accompanying every thrust, already so beautifully dizzy in ecstasy.
They felt - tired, their central processor distantly longing for recharge, and they were only growing progressively sleepier as Starscream continued to lap at their neck cabling. Focusing, they became vaguely aware of an electromagnetic buzz in the air as though from processed Energon. They wondered detachedly if they'd maybe hurt themselves somehow, but dismissed the idea quickly. All they could feel was a warm, blissful glow, and the slight undertone of pain wasn't anything to pay attention to - if anything, it only elevated the pleasure.
They weren't sure how much time had passed when he finally pulled away from their neck. They were far too lost in their daze to know or care, and as they lay there once more willingly transfixed in the perfect crimson glow of his optics brighter and more powerful than before, they only wished that the moment would never end. Starscream's servo tightened on their hip, holding them in place as he began to frag them more purposefully, thrusting into them with a roughness so blissful that despite how hazy their processor was they couldn't help but moan aloud with each deep stroke. They felt weak, rapture spinning almost blackly within them, engulfing them completely, and they were so wonderfully helpless beneath him, dizzy and mewling in mindless pleasure as he filled them so completely, his spike pushing them closer and closer to the edge. His voice seemed to surround them, murmuring amused praise with an affection so warm it felt liquid, words they could barely muster the processing power to understand but which left them only more glad and only more desperate.
"Little pet, my pet," he purred. "My lovely little Autobot, so beautiful, so very good . So precious…" He curled his servo around their frame, pulling them closer into him. Pressed against his chassis, they could feel the low rumble of his engines and the gentle hum of electricity flowing through his systems. "Overload for me," Starscream ordered, his optics all-encompassing, and it was all they needed.
Like a switch had been flipped inside them, all the helpless, mindless pleasure coursing through their wiring reached a sudden crescendo of ecstasy, flooding their frame with an unbearable bliss. Nothing else mattered - the entire world fell away, leaving only this incredible rapture of being with him, this impossible, overwhelming rapture . Static poured from their vocalizer as they shook with the intensity of their overload, blankness creeping into the edges of their vision as the strain on their processor threatened to knock them happily offline, their systems struggling to keep functioning at full speed on their depleted energy reserves.
Starscream didn't let up, fragging them through their overload, prolonging their climax, his spike hitting their interior node with every merciless thrust, sending jolt after jolt of fluttering euphoria racing through them as they were stretched so perfectly around him. Just barely after they'd begun to come down from their high, shuddering and clinging tightly to his shoulders, he hilted inside of them with one final thrust, the sensation of his transfluid flooding hotly into them pushing them seamlessly into another, smaller rapture as he overloaded inside their valve with a satisfied groan.
For a brief moment they stayed connected, intertwined, gazing into each other's optics, both panting for breath, both awash in the glow of euphoria.
All too soon, he withdrew from their valve and lay down beside them, his servo draped across their frame, petting their chassis affectionately. "Such a sweet little thing...you overload so beautifully, pet; you did so well and I'm sure you're tired now. Why don't you recharge some? I'll be right here with you, so you can rest if you'd like to, and I'm sure you'll have good dreams." They were trying so hard to stay online, shivering still with the aftershocks of pleasure beyond comprehension. Their processor, exhausted as they were, was somewhat clearer now, and they struggled to recall what was so importantly nagging at them earlier and was returning now...but his optics were so close and so red, so deeply, captivatingly, red , and they felt themselves fading away before that vibrance.
They rose gently, pleasantly, from the depths of recharge, to find themselves alone. ...well, of course they were alone! They weren't sure why that had come as a mild surprise to them - their room in the Ark was entirely their own, and they hadn't shared their berth with anyone in some time. Swinging their legs off the berth, they sat up and stretched, noting with concern that despite their chronometer claiming that they'd been offline for nearly fourteen hours, they were still quite tired. But that was no reason by itself to assume that their fevered memories were anything more than a dream. A strange and unsettling dream, at that. A disturbing dream.
...disappointing.
They shook their helm, dispelling that errant thought, and stood. It wasn't like them to dream of those things, let alone to dream of taking such pleasures with a Decepticon . And a Decepticon vampire at that, the infamous Starscream… An involuntary thrill raced through them at the idea, their servos unconsciously wrapping around themselves, trailing delicately across their plating.
A dream, of course, nothing more. How could it have been? But...for a dream, it had been so vivid - they could still feel the wonderful stretch of his spike pushing into their valve, the darkly electric power of his presence, the strength of his servo on their hip - !
They froze, their fingertips resting gently against shallow indentations in their hip; indentations made by hands larger than their own, unmistakably the result of his grip. Was it possible - had they - had he? They rushed to inspect their neck cabling in the reflective metal of the wall, all earlier unease abandoned, and gasped, their optics wide. There, on the smooth surface of their fuel line, were two barely-noticeable puncture marks - the marks of the vampire's fangs.