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[name]’s heart raced, feet hitting the ground just as hard, in the closed room. Behind them, a large figure loomed, taking slow, measured steps towards the human. [name] scrambled to find a safe place to hide. They managed to dart under the table, and into the crack in the wall. They were finally safe, hidden inside. Until a single, spindly digit poked into the safe-haven, hooking onto their shirt. The human let out a noise of surprise as they were dragged out of the crack, and back out into the open. [name] looked up, eyes wide at the seeker who was hunched over them, using his massive servo to entrap them. He chuckled, looking smug, dentia bared in an almost wicked grin. “I’ve got you now…” he spoke, low and antagonistic. He picked them up by the scruff of the shirt, [name] shook, watching with wariness. The seeker set them on the table that was in the room, but soon re-entrapped the human with his talons. “…you know, I believe it’s said by humans…that it’s impolite to play with their food…” he leaned down, smirking. “But I haven’t never been a gentlemech.” He spoke slowly, as the human trembled. The seeker leaned down glossia lolling out, oral lubricant laying thick on it. [name] could see the inside of his maw, red biolights flickering, the seeker’s glossia dragged across their frame. As the tip of the glossia came to their face, their clothes now soaked in oral lubricant, [name] broke character, face trying to desperately keep the fearful look, but a grin took hold on their face. The seeker pulled away with a huff. “…I knew you couldn’t keep in character, you enjoy this to much.” He grumbled indignantly. [name] giggled “sorry stars, I can’t help it, it tickles a little. Hard to be scared when I trust you so much anyway.” The human spoke, sitting up.
Starscream had joined the autobots after growing close to a human, [name] who he didn’t find entirely repulsive. This wasn’t the first time he had eaten them, but they usually did so in private. Which they were now, in the seeker’s habsuite. Starscream used to do it out of desperation, to ease off the hunger pains when he went without energon for too long, but now they both did it out of enjoyment. [name] liked to be hidden away in the seeker’s tank, warm and comfortable, and Starscream enjoyed having the small weight in his tank, and feeling powerful, even protective over the human within. [name] knew Starscream well enough to know how much he loved being in power, so they had suggested a power play role play. Starscream had been hesitant, but hearing that he would get to play into his more sadistic tendencies, he had been persuaded to agree. The plan was to play as a terrified prey and teasing predator, Starscream had hesitantly agreed, despite his arrogant persona, he was rather shy when it came to these sorts of things. Normally, he’d make some excuse to swallow them, not have them willingly play into his fantasies.
At the moment though, he was brought back from his thoughts when [name] put their small hands on each of his cheek-plating. “I’m sorry, let’s get back to it…I promise I won’t break character, my lord.” They teased slightly with the name. Starscream’s wings immediately began wiggling from the title, the human knew exactly what to say to get away with near anything with him. “…fine…but you better wriggle.” He grumbled begrudgingly. [name] chuckled at the stipulation “of course, I know how much you love that.” They teased. Starscream grumbled, wings flicking. He watched as the human settled back in his talons, they put on an exaggerated mask of fear, making the seeker snort in amusement. “Alright never mind, it’s weird now.” He shook his helm, leaning down, smile a little more genuine. The human however, let out a noise of fear, curling up “no! Get away! Don’t eat me, please!” They called out dramatically. Starscream grimaced slightly “shhh! The others may hear…I’m already on thin ice with the two wheeler…” he muttered, glancing away, looking at the door as if it were a threat. [name]’s face fell slightly pausing, eyes softening as they looked up at him. “Sorry…just trying to make it real for you.” They spoke, tone quieter. Starscream looked down at them, his own optics softening, the tense glow softening to an almost gentle shine. He took a single digit, gingerly caressing the human’s head with it. His touch gentle, the only one he was so careful with, that wasn’t for his gain. He just found himself…wanting to. Starscream tilted his helm, [name] smiled before speaking “…so..are you gonna…?” They glanced at his derma, which was still curled in a smile.
He snorted softly, the air hitting them as he opened his maw. “Very well, if you’re so eager, climb in yourself.” The seeker teased, looking smug. [name] wasnt phased, and instead climbed into the warm cavern like it was their own hidey hole. Starscream kept his mouth open, letting the tiny being inside adjust. They laid down head towards his intake, they were about to adjust when a crash was heard. Starscream, momentarily forgetting about the human in his oral cavity, shot up at the noise, optics meeting with Arcee’s. [name]’s legs were hanging out of starscream’s now half closed mouth, kicking slightly confused about what was going on outside. Arcee however saw it as panicked struggle, lifting her blaster towards Starscream with disgust and hate in her optics, out of habit, the seeker put his servos up, swallowing nervously not thinking about it until the legs disappeared into his mouth and he felt [name] begin to slide down his intake. The human wriggled slightly, still unsure of what was happening, before they could ask, Arcee shouted “NO! Release them!” Charging at the seeker, who dodged, and began to run away. Starscream began to swallow, quirked and less gentle than he would usually be, trying to get them down before the furious femme caught up to him. Even as he was running, he felt the satisfying bulge showing in his intake as they began to slide towards his tank. Though the feeling was quickly cut off when Arcee tackled him from behind servos flying to his intake, cutting off the human, and Starscream’s air flow. “Spit them out!” She demanded, trying to move the human back up his intake from the outside. [name] was confused, but had a better idea of what was going on. They could hear Arcee, and see Starscream’s biolights flaring in panic, they called out “let him go!” Trying to be heard by Arcee. They knew she was just protective, and worried for them. Especially from her history with Starscream, they didn’t blame her. Arcee, who was surprised at the human’s demand, loosed her grip from shock, Starscream, still struggling, managed to get her off, and swallowed [name] all the way down.
Not long after, Starscream was being dragged by the wing to the medbay by a still furious, but a little confused, Arcee. Ratched groaned hearing them enter, he turned, annoyed “what spat have you two gotten into now?” The medic asked, bemused, used to Arcee doing one thing or another, making him check Starscream for any threat constantly. “He ate a human!” She snapped, pointing at the seeker, who looked like a puppy when they get in trouble, optics wide, trying to look as innocent as possible. Meaning he absolutely did what Arcee said he did. Ratchet raised a ridge “..that doesn’t make any sense. We can’t digest organic material, so he has no reason to.” The medic paused, optics narrowing “unless you were tormenting them.” He spoke slowly, tone almost dangerous. [name] was one of the few humans ratchet liked, them being his charge, he viewed them as a close friend, even a family member. Starscream’s wings shot up at the accusation, but before he could speak, Arcee butted in “he must be! I heard them shouting, begging not to be eaten!” She glared venomously at Starscream, whose face flushed. Ratchet noticed, eyeing the seeker, the seasoned medic knew that if Starscream had bad intentions, he would’ve gotten defensive, not fall silent in embarrassment. His wings fell down, as if trying to look small under the medics gaze as ratchet looked from Arcee to Starscream, and back again. Ratchet sighed, annoyed, “Arcee, please leave..I’ll handle him.” He spoke, tone firm and final. Arcee looked like she wanted to protest, but fell silent instead, and left the medbay. Ratchet turned his gaze to the seeker, and pointed at the medical berth silently. Not knowing what would happen if he refused, Starscream quickly did so.
Inside of his tank, [name] sat, curled up against the soft bio-mesh. Below them was a small puddle of half digested energon, it didn’t gross them out though. In fact, they were relieved that he had energon in his tank, when they had first done this his tank was barren, as he was starving. The lights that lined the most sensitive parts of the tank were flaring furiously, like an alarm system. They knew Starscream was terrified by whatever was happening outside. Though it was hard to hear, other than the shouts. They could pick up on voices, but not much else over the sound of Starscream’s racing spark. Seeker’s tanks they had learned were the closest inner working to the spark, for quick fuel efficiency. They were also smaller than most cybertronian tanks, so they made the perfect pocket for resting. Not so much for eavesdropping though. They were able to hear Starscream since his voice box was inside his frame with them. All they could do was gently rub the tank’s walls, and hope it helped the tense seeker relax some. The walls of the tank continued to squeeze and roll against them from Starscream’s anxiety.
Outside, ratchet was running scans on the figity seeker, letting the heavy silence settle. “I’m guessing you didn’t do it out of malice…seeing [name] appears to be sitting in your tank, not really struggling or panicked.” Ratchet spoke, tone flat. Starscream looked at him, shocked “y-you…” he began, “aren’t disgusted? No. What you two do in your free time is your business. My guess is Arcee overheard the wrong part of a conversation. And I know my charge well enough to know when they’re distressed or not.” He stated simply, Starscream tired a dark blue at the words, but didn’t argue. “You’re dismissed, just keep it down if you do anything else.” Ratchet said, turning back to his work. Starscream quickly stood, hurrying off, back to is quarters. Once inside, he collapsed onto his berth, groaning softly.
Sensing the tension beginning to fade, [name] spoke up “sorry stars…I really am…are you alright…?” Their voice carried softly from the tank, Starscream paused, before speaking, “it’s…it’s fine. My intake hurts though, and my wings, and my spark, and my side-“ he began to list, tone becoming slightly whiny out of habit. They chuckled a little, “well how’s this, let me up, and then we can do it properly this time, no interruptions.” They offered, he paused, considering it. “Mmmm..fine.” As he spoke, the walls of the tank began to press against them, gingerly pushing them out of the tank and into his intake, then oral cavity. Though he didn’t let them out, holding them on his glossia. They staid still, allowing him to gently move them around, enjoying their taste. Starscream began to purr softly, outside, his wings wiggled slightly in pleasure. He swallowed, much more slow and gentle than the earlier rushed gulps. As [name] slid through his intake, they gingerly rubbed the inside, while Starscream tracked their journey with a single talon, tracing down as he swallowed gently, pulling them down once more. But the human couldnt be happier to where they were going, warm and safe.