#second-incommand

Thief- thief!

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Starscream screamed, and it was a flurry of furious glyphs and obscene, guttural Vosnian that only made Megatron laugh as he wrapped a servo around the Seeker’s wings and threw him aside, ripping him from his chassis where he had buried his dagger-like talons as deep as he could without touching the tyrant’s sparks.

He screamed and it was the sound of thunder, of lightning strike and of the hurricane, of a tornado ripping a building from its foundations, and it was a sound that Megatron reveled in, even as energon flowed from his shredded lines.

“You’re amazing,” he growled, swiping a servo through the carnage of his chassis. “Glorious. Come at me again--rip my throat out. Come on!”

Blade out, cannon offline. There was only one way to fight. There was only one to take on Starscream when he was like this. The ghost of a sneer flashed across his Second’s faceplates before the Seeker ignited his thruster and jettisoned across the room, bypassing his leader’s blade and tackling him right around the middle.

They rolled, bounced, fought like animals, and tore at each other’s plating until every inch of it was slickened with warm fuel. Megatron roared in pain when those silver talons dug deep, deep, deeper than they ever had before, touching parts of him no one had ever touched before.

And it was glorious.

There were times when Megatron felt that Starscream could tear him apart from the inside out and it would be worth the pain, worth the humiliation, worth death itself if it meant feeling his digits pulling through his internals, wrapping around wires and cords and tubing, pulling it out by the metre and strangling him with it.

These were his thoughts, and they were blasphemous and wonderful and they heated his frame and ignited his spark, and the next time Starscream’s talons ripped through his armor, scoring his protoform, Megatron moaned, and pulled his Seeker closer.

“I hate you,” Starscream hissed, leaning up to bite at his master’s mouth.

Megatron laughed and dug his claws into his Second’s waist, listening for a groan of pain. Starscream tensed in his hands and lashed out with a swipe against his guarded cheek. More blood drawn, and yet no victory in sight.

second-incommand replied to your post:Fine. Let your second and his lieutenant go off on...

Are you disgusted? Because I know I am.

second-incommand replied to your post:Have you ever met anyone that you wanted to tear...

I can HEAR you thinking about me over there.