TFP: Starscream+Steve Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own any Transformers characters. I make no profit from this. I've gotten different names on who created Steve: Technowarp and GraciferPrime.
A/N: Main pairings for these drabbles are Starscream/Steve with some Megatron/Starscream/Soundwave and Starscream/Vehicons thrown in. Read the warnings for each drabble.


Title: A Vehicon With a Name
Rating: PG
Warnings: OC, slash

A Vehicon trembled in nervous anticipation as Starscream approached him after a heated battle with the Autobots. The Autobots had come dangerously close to discovering the energon mines, but the other Vehicons, and himself, had driven the pesky Autobots off without revealing their secret location. Starscream seemed less than thrilled with their efforts, ranting about how no Autobot was killed or captured while slapping or firing at several Vehicons. He remained still as Starscream closed in on him, willing to accept any punishment the Seeker dished out. Unlike the other Vehicons, he worshiped Lord Starscream and would gladly lay down his insignificant spark for the glorious and gorgeous Seeker. The only reason he enlisted with the Decepticons was to be near Starscream. Megatron's ambitions meant nothing to him, and when the tyrant left to find more soldiers, he was overjoyed that Starscream finally gained the reins of power. Serving Starscream was the greatest moment of his life.

"You! Soldier! State your designation!" Starscream ordered while stomping in front of the Vehicon.

He didn't know how to respond, staring blankly into Starscream's smoldering optics. Starscream's aura exuded such power, and his olfactory sensors picked up the fresh scent of sweet polish, exotic and spicy soaps from a recent bath, and fine energon on the Seeker's warm breath.

"Well?! What's your name?!" Starscream snapped.

Before joining the Decepticons, he was one of thousands of drones that worked in a smelter. All he was given was a number. No one had ever bothered to give him a real designation, so his processor raced in an attempt to give Starscream an answer.

"My name is…Steve," the Vehicon blurted out.

Starscream gave him a curious look and repeated in a low tone, "Steve. Interesting. Well…Steve…I must admit that your performance battling the Autobots was rather…good."

"Y--You saw me?" Steve stammered.

Starscream chuckled, "I see everything. I have to keep tabs on my army."

"So…my skills really pleased you?" Steve asked with cheeks blazing beneath his mask.

Starscream snorted, "Don't get full of yourself. Your techniques are far from perfect…but you did perform better than this sorry lot. I expect great things from you, soldier. Don't disappoint me. You won't enjoy the consequences."

Steve grinned behind his mask. "O--Of course, Lord Starscream. You honor me with your praise."

Starscream gave him a dismissive wave and sauntered off. Steve felt a warm sensation filter through his spark as he watched Starscream vanish down a tunnel in the mine. After so many years, Starscream had validated his worth in the army. He couldn't remember a time he felt so much joy, and he returned to his duties with a bright, hidden smile.

Title: Helpful Admirer
Rating: PG
Warnings: OC, slash, violence

Steve watched in horror as Starscream flew across the room with a high pitched yowl, back colliding with a wall, right cheek dented from a vicious slap. Megatron quickly stormed after Starscream, hauling the Seeker up by the throat and delivering another hard slap, making the Seeker cry out and thrash to break free. Desperate pleas of mercy passed Starscream's bruised lips, which only seemed to enrage Megatron even more. The tyrant was not pleased with Starscream's leadership while gone, and the Decepticon leader was now punishing the Seeker in front of everyone aboard the Nemesis.

When he took a step forward, intent on prying Megatron off Starscream, a servo grasped his shoulder and forced him to stop. Tilting his helm, he found Soundwave staring down at him, wincing as the larger mech's talons dug into his shoulder, silently ordering him to get back in formation with the other Vehicons. Nervously bowing his helm, he reluctantly stepped back, spark sinking as metal screeched from another blow. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. It would only lead to his death. He wanted to close his optics and offline his audio units to drown out the abuse Starscream was suffering, but Soundwave was still watching him, curious about his unusual action. Forcing himself to gaze back over at Megatron and Starscream, he kept still and watched the rest of the brutal punishment.

When the punishment finally ended, the room cleared out until only ones remaining were Starscream and him. Starscream was badly beaten, pristine armor dented and scraped open from sharp talons with wires hanging out, wings torn open with the right one dangling by a few tubes, and left leg twisted to an abnormal angle. He was amazed that Starscream hadn't passed out from pain or energon loss, and he scrambled forward when the Seeker struggled to stand and began to tumble forward. Heat spread across his cheeks as Starscream's lithe body pressed into him, and he protectively wove his arms around the beaten Seeker, grunting in shock and pain when the Seeker's servo slammed across his mask.

"Release me this instant!" Starscream yelled. "Get your filthy servos off me! I don't need help from you!"

Steve bit his lip and muttered, "I'm here to serve you, Lord Starscream. Please, let me assist you to the medbay."

"I gave you an order, glitch!" Starscream roared.

Hit after hit landed on his mask or helm as he carried Starscream out of the room. Despite the beating, Starscream was still strong, and his mask cracked in several places from the relentless blows, ignoring the stinging pain and eventually reaching the medbay. Starscream's blows ceased upon entering the medical room, and he gently set the Seeker down on a clean berth. Starscream was eying him suspiciously, and he bowed his helm in submission.

"Forgive me for disobeying your orders, Lord Starscream," Steve murmured. "I couldn't leave you alone with those wounds."

Starscream looked away with an agitated snort. "I'll spare you a punishment for your disobedience…since you….did help me."

Starscream's voice sounded so pained, and he reached out to touch the Seeker's shoulder, gasping when his servo was slapped away.

"Get out of my sight before I change my mind," Starscream grumbled, "and if you tell anyone that you carried me here…I will find you and rip your spark out…Steve."

Knowing better than to press his luck, he rushed out of the room, bracing his back against a wall and clutching at his chassis where his spark pounded hard. He couldn't believe that Starscream had remembered his name.


Title: Fantasy World
Pairing: Megatron/Starscream/Soundwave; Starscream/Steve
Rating: R
Warnings: innuendo, non-con, OC, slash, tentacles, violence

"L--Lord Megatron…please…show mercy!" Starscream sobbed while backing away from the imposing tyrant.

He backed up into Soundwave, screaming in alarm when tentacles coiled around him, binding his arms and legs. Unable to move, he watched helplessly as Megatron loomed over him. He quivered in fright as Megatron cupped his groin, talons scraping over the seams.

"Behave, and I will show mercy," Megatron growled. "Open your plating. Soundwave and I want to have a little fun."

"M--My Lord, please, I'm untouched," Starscream whimpered.

"Then your first time will be memorable," Megatron chuckled with lust glowing in his optics.

"S--Stop! Please! Let me go!" Starscream screeched in fear as Megatron tried to pry his plating off and Soundwave's tentacles rubbed over his aft. "I'm saving myself for my bondmate!"

"How romantic," Megatron sneered. "I will be the one to claim your body and spark. You should feel honored that your leader has taken an interest in you, Starscream."

"I don't want you!" Starscream yelled as he struggled to untangle himself from his attackers. "You disgust me!"

Megatron snarled in fury and struck Starscream across the face. "Little glitch! I ought to rip your glossa out…but I have a way to put that glossa to good use. You're going to suck my cable, Starscream, and you're going to enjoy this great privilege. Then, you're to suck Soundwave's cable and every one of his tendrils. When we overload…we're going to coat your face with our lubricant, and then I'm going to make you suck me again until I'm hard enough to ram into your aft. Once I'm finished, I'll let Soundwave have a turn. I'm curious to see how many tendrils he can stuff into your aft before you break."

"No! Primus! Someone help me!" Starscream screamed in terror.

Megatron laughed, "No one is going to risk their life for a worthless Seeker."

A laser beam tore through Megatron's shoulder, sending the tyrant stumbling back with an agonized howl. Three more beams hit Soundwave in the back, shoulder, and left arm, causing the spy to fall back to the floor.

Starscream scrambled free, optics widening as he spotted his savior. "S--Steve! Oh Steve!"

Steve stood proudly as Starscream hugged him tightly, gun still aimed at Megatron. "I heard your cries. I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, my love."

Megatron shot back up with a furious snarl and bolted toward Steve, but he managed to fire again before the tyrant could reach him, striking the center of the tyrant's chassis. With smoke billowing from a larger crater in Megatron's chassis, the tyrant fell lifelessly to the floor as Soundwave lashed out at Starscream, causing the Seeker to wail in horror. Another destructive beam fired from his weapon, blowing half of Soundwave's helm off. With both threats disposed of, he turned his attention back to Starscream, gasping when the Seeker unlatched his mask and passionately kissed him. He hungrily kissed back and tugged Starscream closer, groaning when their groins rubbed together.

"Steve…my hero," Starscream murmured while raining kisses over Steve's face. "I want you to be my first…and my bondmate. Take me, my love."

Gently scooping Starscream up into his arms, he carried the Seeker to his room, shuddering in lust as he set the SIC on his berth. Starscream smiled up at him and tugged him down, moaning as he slid between the Seeker's spread legs. A rush of heat entered his spark when he heard the click of Starscream's lower paneling opening, glancing down to find a stiff cable and wet port, fingers inching toward the SIC's intimate area.

Condensation trickled down his brow as he was startled awake by an intense overload, biting his bottom lip to stifle a pleasured scream. He was in the barracks with several other recharging Vehicons, and he didn't want to wake them. He was embarrassed enough by the dampness underneath his plating. This wasn't the first time experiencing an erotic dream involving Starscream. He didn't mind having such pleasurable dreams, but he wished they didn't always end  so messy.


Title: A Vulnerable Drunk
Pairing: Starscream/Vehicons; Starscream/Steve
Rating: R
Warnings: innuendo, OC, slash

Steve nervously watched as Starscream staggered down a hallway, carrying an half empty cube of energon. After surviving another beating and being repaired, Starscream had downed seven cubes of high grade and was currently trying to finish an eighth. Overcharged from the rich fluid, Starscream was flirting with every bot in sight, tenderly touching or kissing anyone within grabbing range. This was unusual behavior. Starscream wasn't a cuddly bot, especially with Vehicons, viewing them as inferior, and this odd behavior was attracting a lot of attention. Several Vehicons were groping Starscream's aft and wings or making lewd remarks, knowing the Seeker was so overcharged that the SIC wouldn't remember a thing once the buzz wore off. They were going to take advantage of Starscream, and this infuriated him. He couldn't allow his beautiful, innocent commander to be used like a pleasure drone and then cast aside like trash. His fury made the Vehicons back off without a fight. None wanted to risk being damaged. Personal fights weren't tolerated  and if injured, medics wouldn't treat them per Megatron's orders. It was a brutal method to keep soldiers in line.

Gently grasping Starscream's waist, he led the Seeker down the hallway until reaching the SIC's quarters. After the door opened, he escorted Starscream to the berth and tried to leave, but the Seeker grabbed his arm. His entire frame tensed when Starscream sloppily kissed his mask.

"It was so sweet of you to walk me back to my room," Starscream murmured, voice slurred. "Let me kiss you."

The temptation to comply was overwhelming. He desperately wanted to kiss his lovely commander, but this whole situation was all wrong. He wanted his first kiss with Starscream to be special, and that wasn't going to happen when the Seeker was drunk.

"My Lord…I think you need to recharge," Steve muttered. "You've had a rough day."

Starscream pouted and held even tighter onto Steve. "Don't leave. Stay with me, Steve."

Steve's optics widened behind his mask. "You…remembered my name…even when overcharged?"

"How could I forget the name of the one bot on this vessel who is nice to me?" Starscream chuckled while yanking Steve on top of him, both tumbling to the berth. "Let me reward you."

Sharp tingles raced through his circuitry as Starscream cupped and fondled his groin, gasping when the Seeker licked and nibbled his neck cables. Starscream's soft lips, glossa, and smooth servos felt amazing, and he twitched anxiously when his cable began to harden. His arms felt sluggish as he struggled to break free of Starscream's pleasurable touch. He didn't want this to end, but he wasn't about to take advantage of his beloved commander. An idea suddenly popped into his processor, and he quickly flipped Starscream over, tenderly massaging the SIC's wings, causing the Seeker to mewl and squirm. Maybe he could lull Starscream into recharge with a massage and slip away.

"O--Oooh…that feels so good," Starscream moaned. "Keep stroking my wings. Ungh. Yes. Harder."

He rubbed Starscream's wings harder and faster, dragging his talon tips over several seams, making the Seeker whimper and claw at the berth. When his talons slipped into a seam, grazing over a bundle of wires, Starscream let out a long shriek and thrashed, bucking him off the berth. He scrambled back up, ready to apologize, but he stopped at what he saw. Starscream was passed out, and a small puddle of lubricant had formed below the Seeker's groin. He had made Starscream overload. Panic took over his processor, and he raced out of the room toward the barracks. He curled up on his berth as his thoughts frantically raced back and forth between pain and death. If Starscream remembered his actions once sober, he was going to be in so much trouble, and he wasn't sure he would be able to survive the Seeker's wrath.

The following day, he cautiously entered the cafeteria to get his daily ration. If he was going to be punished, he figured he would need his strength. He was shocked when one of the workers handed over two cubes of energon.

"Excuse me…I think there's been some mistake," Steve stated.

The worker gazed up at him and grumbled, "No mistake. Lord Starscream has ordered that your rations be increased. You'll receive two cubes in the morning and two more at night once your duties are finished."

He backed away from the forming line of Vehicons and strode out of the cafeteria while staring down at his energon. This didn't make any sense. Was Starscream actually rewarding him for last night? His question was soon answered when he bumped into Starscream in the hallway, bowing his helm in submission and trembling in fright.

"Enjoying your extra rations?" Starscream asked with a smile.

"Y--Yes…thank you…my Lord," Steve replied, "but I'm confused. You…aren't angry with me?"

"Why would I be angry?" Starscream answered. "I remember everything from last night. You kept those filthy pests away from me and gave me a wonderful overload by just massaging my wings. You've also kept your mouth shut about that too, and I expect it to stay that way." He patted Steve's helm. "You'll receive many perks for being loyal to me."


Title: Shield
Rating: PG
Warnings: OC, slash, violence

Steve raced across barren desert, firing his gun at Bulkhead as the Autobot tried to punch Starscream, nailing the Autobot in the chassis. Bulkhead stumbled back with a grunt, allowing Starscream a chance to slash open the Autobot's abdomen, blue energon staining the Seeker's talons. Before Starscream could finish Bulkhead off, Optimus Prime stormed into view and shot off a blaze of searing gunfire, forcing the Seeker to retreat behind a massive boulder. He barely made it to Starscream's side through the deadly barrage, yelping when the Seeker abruptly backhanded him, sending him sprawling across the sandy ground.

"What are you doing breaking formation, you little glitch?!" Starscream roared.

Steve winced from pain and stammered, "M--My Lord…you were in danger…so I helped--"

"I don't need help from an insignificant piece of scrap metal!" Starscream shouted while kicking Steve in the chassis. "Follow your orders and get back in rank!"

He hung his helm and staggered back up. He didn't understand why Starscream always lashed out at him when he tried to help, and it created a twinge of sadness in his spark. He was about to do as commanded when he spotted the Autobot called Arcee on top of the boulder, gun pointed toward Starscream's back. The shot would tear through Starscream's armor and blow up the Seeker's spark. He couldn't allow his beloved commander's spark to be extinguished, and he threw Starscream aside without hesitation, freezing up when a scalding beam from the Autobot's gun seared through his chassis, grazing the right side of his spark. Every part of his frame became numb, and any command he sent to his processor to move met with failure. Dark smoke billowed from the sparking hole in his chest as he crumbled to the ground, optics dimming behind his mask.

"Glitch! Stupid glitch!" Starscream shrieked.

Whether the comment was directed at him or Arcee was unknown to him since his vision was now filled with darkness. He didn't feel panic as his life slowly ebbed away, only elation for having saved Starscream's life.

Steve wheezed, "M--My Lord…I'm happy…to have…served you. I gladly…give my spark…for yours. I just wish…I could stay…with you…a bit longer…"

"Shut up and save your strength!" Starscream snarled. "You're not dying here!"

He couldn't keep himself from smiling as the last of his strength faded away. Starscream was worried about his wellbeing. He wanted to fight death, but nothingness quickly consumed him.

Sharp pain in his chassis woke him from his dark stupor, optics blinded by bright light. When his optics finally adjusted, he recognized the room around him as the med bay, gazing down to find that his chassis had been patched up. A clearing vocalizer caught his attention, and he tilted his helm, tensing when he saw that Starscream was watching him. He felt even more uneasy when he realized that his mask had been removed, exposing his pale faceplates and ruby optics, horrified that his plain features had been exposed to his glorious commander.

"That was a reckless and costly stunt you pulled," Starscream growled. "Knockout spent two days repairing and keeping you alive."

Steve muttered, "I'm sorry, my Lord…but I had to save you. My life is nothing compared to yours."

Starscream snorted, "I don't need you to sacrifice your life for mine." He tenderly traced his talons over Steve's cheek. "There are plenty of worthless bots aboard this ship that can expend their meaningless lives for me. There are so few I can trust. I need someone loyal…like you…by my side…not dead."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought his audios had a glitch until Starscream leaned in and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss. His processor almost short circuited.


Title: Pleasurable Reward
Rating for cut version: R
Warnings for cut version: fluff, innuendo, OC, slash

"L--Lord Starscream…what are you doing?" Steve stammered.

He was resting comfortably on a berth with Starscream kneeling above him, giving him a very seductive grin, shivering when the Air Commander's talons reached out to trace over his quivering thighs. When Starscream had invited him for energon in private quarters, he never imagined he would be roughly shoved on his beloved commander's berth with the mech of his dreams almost straddling him.

"Isn't it obvious?" Starscream chuckled as he trailed his talons up and down Steve's legs. "Hmm…you really don't know. So innocent." He crawled forward between Steve's legs, face hovering inches above the Vehicon's condensation slick helm. "You're so fraggin' hot."

"C--Commander…are you feeling ill…or was one of your drinks spiked again?" Steve stuttered.

Starscream laughed, "I'm trying to reward you for saving my life. I would have done so earlier, but you still needed time to recover from your wounds."

Steve shook his helm. "You don't need to reward me, my Lord. I--"

He gasped when Starscream's servo shot up and found a hidden latch on the side of his helm, pressing it and causing his mask to flip open and fall to the floor. The exposure left him shocked, and he remained still as Starscream cupped his cheek and gently caressed him.

Starscream cooed, "Call me Starscream."

"…Starscream," Steve muttered. "Starscream."

"I like the way you say my name, Steve," Starscream murmured. "Now, I want you enjoy your reward. You can whatever you like. I trust you."

"Y--You…really trust me?" Steve gasped.

"You've earned my trust," Starscream stated, "and I know you won't do anything to break it."

Steve nodded and asked, "So I can…do whatever I want? I want to touch you…kiss you…taste you…worship your body--"

Starscream interrupted with a husky snicker, "Enough talking, Steve. Just do what you want. No consequences. I promise." He chuckled when Steve remained frozen. "Or perhaps you would enjoy it if I started things of by…worshiping your body."

Those sultry words almost made him overload, and he squeaked when Starscream leaned in to lick and nip his neck cables. His talons scraped across the berth as Starscream's soft glossa traveled down his chassis and his abdomen, skimming down to his groin and tracing the sensitive panel in teasing circles. Heat exploded across his frame, and he was certain his body would erupt in flames if Starscream continued, but he didn't want the SIC to stop. He wanted more, and it seemed as if Starscream wanted the same, playfully tapping a talon on his groin panel.

(Rest of drabble too mature for DA. If you want to read more, copy and paste the link. Link leads to adult material.)
geminigirl83.livejournal.com/3…