Untitled Spark

By DesignationPhoenix

Disc: I don't own anything but my OCs.

Authors Note: Listen to www. Youtube .com/watch?v=BEkoCmEt-tQ while reading, I got the story idea from listening to this song. Heck it helps also that it's form the first movie x3

Chapter Once: Passions Killing Floor

The small femme was waiting for Starscream to show. She was worried he wouldn't care enough to show. Sighing she sat down under the mountain ledge, her armor shining in the dying light of the day. Then a faint sound met her audio receptor; the sound of a jet engine. Smiling she stood and ran out to the clearing just as Starscream landed.

"Well little femme, I'm surprised at you. Falling for the enemy, what would your mech creator say?" Screamer circled her, running a clawed finger along her right arm. "I don't care… Starscream, we can't help who own spark chooses to fall for."

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. "Well… you said you'd take me somewhere after meeting, where is this place?" The femme smiled and took his hand dragging him to a cave, "This is where. That way no one can see us. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt for being here with me… Oh, if you are uncomfortable, you can get rid of your armor. It won't bother m~!"

She was cut up when she felt his lip plates press against her's. A series of thuds were heard before she felt him tugging at her armor plating.

With a small cycle of her vest she stepped back and her armor dropped before she stepped back up to Starscream. "You remind me a of human femme dancer… just with more curves…" his words and voice sent chills down her spine. "Is…is that a good thing?"

A purr was the answer she got before his lip plates were once more against hers in a rough kiss. Her arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders, which to her surprise where far narrower that she would have thought but still wide enough to support his arms and lead down into a broad chest, narrow hips and then his legs. They worked like her with one joint at the knee with his armor off.

His claw like hands seemed in their own way less deadly, but she k new that he could still easily kill her should he choose to do so.

It's poetry carved in flesh
It's beautiful hell with us
To the deadliest sin we confess
(Tears of joy fill our eyes)
We are saved when disfigured saints
Cry out their prophecies of doom

With a small whimper the femme arced against Starscream as his talons fan down her back, sending small charges through her system. "Star…" he hissed at the name and dropped her to the floor before laying over her, pinning her to the ground. Her arms wrapped tightly around his form as he pressed against her, her lips traveling down her neck before resting and nipping at her chassis. His hands resting on her hips.

A shiver ran down her spine as she clung to him loving how he was making her feel. She felt like something was a bit off with the mech who captured her spark, but she was unable to pinpoint what it was.

My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

She gasped in shock and pleasure as she felt one of his talons slide up and press into her interfacing port. Her arms tightened around him and her frame shook. She could feel his smile against her chest as he moved up her frame once more, taking her lips in a hard kiss.

His glossa forced its way past her lips and into her mouth, where it teased her own into pressing back, in a way it turned onto a small battle. Unable to help it small whimpers kept falling past her lips and she clung to her mech, her now lover.

"Starscrea… will you be mine?" he purred and looked at her almost leeringly. "I'd love to."

At the first kiss
the seeds of hatred are sewn
Back into darkness we flee
(To tear our hearts out)
We are saved where all fates fail
Alive inside of our tomb

She felt something was wrong when he kissed her again, it seemed to sweet for her, she didn't like it. She wanted her fueled love, not a sappy mech. Then again who was she to complain? She finally got the mech she was in love with for her own.

My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

Starscream murmured softly, as well as spoke words she didn't understand. 'Must be Cybertronian….' It was a language she never could learn, but she heard similar patters from him as she did from her mech creator when he spoke with love to her femme creator; thus she pushed it from her mind.

A cry of pain passed her lips as Starscream gave a roar and thrust in to her body, his chassis opening showing his spark. Panting hard she bid her's to open as well and he leaned down taking her lips in a soft kiss. The gentleness faded when small streams of light from both their sparks touched. His eyes flashed dark red and he began to almost tear at her body as he moved within her.

My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

This was the passion she was looking for Starscream. The young femme let out a cry of passion as her lover ravaged her form. Her hand kept running along his spinal strut, drawing a rumble from his engines.

(My heart's a graveyard, baby)
My heart's a graveyard, baby
On our passion's killing floor

She arced up in his arms as her overload got closer and closer them. Finally his spark came out and merged with hers; at it was at that very same moment she felt her whole world fall apart.

(In my arms, you won't sleep safely)
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor

It wasn't her name he called just as he went into overload and fell off of her collapsing and going into a deep recharge. It was her Femme Creators.

Forever more. . .

"BattleStar…."

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So what do you think? This will be like a sequel to another story of mine. Most likely not that hard to figure out which one right?

Let me know if you like it, if not I'm not going to bother writing a second chapter to it.

Also note: I don't own the awesome dong either!