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Anonymous
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Go writefag, oblige!
He'd whined, as he always did. Complained it was a waste of his time, a pointless briefing, nothing but Megatron proving another weakness as a leader. Megatron listened, if only because he found the arguments, always the same ones, amusing.
He could extract an apologetic scream for each of them, tease out a tortured moan for every word against him.
And even with his legs splayed, with his fuselage dented and with his mouth torn by fierce biting kisses, Starscream could find the will to still be as insubordinate as ever.
As he slammed his dark foot down on his seeker's thigh, kicking the legs further apart to pin the arrogant jet in another humiliating position, Megatron thought about how much fun his subordinate's disobedience was.
Because, no matter how many times Starscream spat his name with venom, he could always bring it out in a high-pitched, ecstatic screech when exacting his own unique revenge.
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