(Yay!) I finally updated folks! I know this chapter was a long time coming but I had the absolute worse time trying to make the intro to this thing, but now all is as it should be and I hope you all will enjoy.

A/N: Btw I want to thank everyone who encouraged the continuation of this fic because honestly I didn't think a pairing like this would go over that well especially with OP being dead and all. I've never done a fic with Starscream in it so hopefully I captured his personality well enough not to mention the ending came out kinda shitty but I'm not good at beginnings or endings, I just do the best I can, and I'm not sure but I think this'll be the last fic I do with a graphic interface scene. I'm sorry but it's just really REALLY hard for me to write those.

Any who…on with the story.

Gauchely, a brief silence befell the room following the matriarch's request for an audience with the Seeker.

"B-bring Starscream…here?" Firestar questioned bewilder as her optics widened.

"Ahh…planning a little erotic tryst with the Seeker captive, are we?" Chromia fairly purred smirking at her leader. Elita One's jaw fell agape at the blue femme's iniquitous accusation.

Having a salacious escapade with the jet was not the sovereign's intentions in the least bit. Never in the eons since her bestowment as femme commander had the thought of even considering to bed a Decepticon ever crossed the matriarch's processor, furthermore why would it?

They were spark less and cruel beings whose only function in the universe was for corruption and conquest, the very epithet of what she and her Autobot's have been fighting against for generations. As far as the empress was concerned, a mechanism such as that had absolutely no place in her bed…and yet somewhere, in the darkest corner of her processor, the thought of being intimate with one, namely Starscream, did seem rather…inviting. But then, just as quickly as it occurred, she shook the thought away as lying with another mech would mean betraying the one bot in the universe she swore never to hurt. Even in his death, Elita One still felt a sacred bond to her Optimus Prime.

When her beloved was still alive, there was no need for the Autobot empress to ever wonder about the coital capabilities of other mechs as Optimus Prime was all the mech any femme could ever want or need in bed. But more than just a phenomenal interface partner, Optimus was also her best friend. He was the one bot in the universe the matriarch knew she could turn to when the entire world just seemed completely against her.

Only now in his absence, the empress had no one but herself to rely on to keep her libidinous desires satiated when she needed it the most. But admittedly after so many years of repetitious self indulgence, the habitude had grown platitudinous and simply unsatisfying. The thought of taking the hostage Starscream into her divan and making the jet hers again raided her processor, the notion more enticing now then it was before. But again, she forced it away internally berating her self for allowing such licentious thoughts to sully her processor when her reasons for requesting the Seeker presence weren't even of the concupiscent variety.

She was still austerely peeved at the accursed jet for rendering her a near slouch on her base, attacking one of her precious femmes and generally being a nuisance all together.

"I'll have you know, Chromia, that's not the reason why I want him here." The empress declared carefully rising from the bed as her body was still somewhat sore even without her armor on, "I merely want him to pay a debt to me—and nothing more." She added just as Chromia began opening her mouth once more.

"Now…if you'd be so kind lieutenant, procure Starscream and bring him to me." The matriarch ordered sternly folding her arms, but still the blue femme couldn't contain her impish grin.

"Very well, my Lady," She complied, feigned innocence staining her voice and she moved towards the double door entrance, "I shall return shortly with your…male caller for this evening." She beamed purposefully loud eliciting a growl, and slight blush, from Elita before quickly scurrying out the doors and closing them behind her.

"Primus, does her processor never leave the Pit?" Firestar chuckled getting up to stand beside her commander, but her chortling was cut short as her leader sighed despondently.

Normally the empress would've laughed along with Firestar, agreeing to the apt indictment of the libertine Chromia, but instead she felt guilt and uncertainty cloud her spark. Though it was nothing more than a mere joke, Chromia's assumption of the matriarch wasn't entirely that far from the truth. She may not have planned on being profligate with Starscream, but she certainly was thinking about it and her gaze fell to the floor.

"What is it my Lady?" Firestar asked having noticed her friend's solemn expression.

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing Firestar…um, could you get me some of those energon treats from the cabinet please? I'm suddenly having a sweet craving." Elita asked quickly recomposing her self. The empress wasn't particularly in need of fuel, but she didn't want to appear troubled and possibly reconsider her decision.

Nodding the scarlet femme quickly traipsed over to the cabinet and retrieved a jorum filled with spherically fashioned blue energon treats. Returning to the matriarch's side, Firestar placed the large fragile goblet on the night stand next to the bed and, out of sheer habit, the empress reached to grab one of the confections in the dish, only Firestar had grasped her hand stopping her.

"Just a moment empress," She beamed and in one fluid motion yanked the long silk sheet off the bed and donned it around the empress.

"Firestar, w-what is the meaning of this? " Elita questioned confused by the odd gesture.

"My lady, I know you'll do nothing lecherous with Starscream but still I doubt he's a eunuch, it'd be best not to give him any ideas." She said bluntly securing the glossy sheet into a thin makeshift dress, "It's not as humbling as armor but still better than nothing I suppose." Firestar pointed out stepping back to view her handy work.

Elita's spark leaped in its chamber at the realization of her friend's words. It hadn't occurred to her until now that she had indeed been completely nude with Starscream en-route to her room, how mortifying that would've been! And yet…if he had seen her, in all her carnal glory, would he have acted right then and there? Push her to the bed and take her with vigor? Or was he more sensual than that? Once again the empress cursed her self for thinking that way, luckily the thought didn't have long to fester as muffled noises were heard coming from outside in the hallway and were getting closer.

A moment later, Chromia and Beta burst in the room bearing a bound and flailing Starscream. Quickly, the duo brought the screaming Seeker to his knees in a forced kneel before the matriarch.

"You'll never put me in solitary confinement again! Never!" Starscream wailed optics closed as he continued to thrash about.

"Silence you pusillanimous cretin!" The warden demanded grabbing and yanking his foreplate back forcing him to look up at her, "You're in the presence of our empress, now show some Primus-slag respect!" she threatened releasing his head forward once more, and there he stilled instantly upon seeing the beautiful rosy pink femme before him. Captivated by her vista Starscream's optics began endlessly roving the empress's silk silhouetted body, lust and undulated desire seeping within his gaze as his optics rose slowly from bottom to top studying her every inch and bodacious curve.

Elita One stifled the gasp that rose in her throat when her optics met the piercing red orbs of the bounded Seeker. Though her visage appeared tactfully ataractic, inside, her circuits were frozen with shock and thrill. Watching him with coveted intrigue, the muscle cables within her lower abdomen grew warm and uncomfortably tight with arousal, a low wanton hum released itself from Starscream's vocal processor only adding to the matriarch's discomfort.

"Quit gawking you sordid fiend!" The warden ordered pointedly swatting Starscream across the back of the helm eliciting an acidic hiss and evil glare from the jet.

The sudden ruction brought the empress out of her reverie and she instantly remembered why exactly she had Starscream sitting before her. With regal almost conceited air, Elita smirked down at the Seeker before looking up at her femmes.

"Thank you Autobot's, that will be all for this evening." The matriarch intoned with poise facing her three comrades, but instead of immediate compliance they each shared a look of uncertainty before turning to their sovereign.

"My Lady, are you certain we should leave you here, alone with this pernicious 'con? You're injured…and he can't be trusted." Beta spat viciously glaring down at Starscream. It was then she'd noticed the Seeker practically drooling over the empress's figure from his place on the ground. Promptly the warden unsheathed her stun gun and jabbed it into the side of his neck releasing several volts of electricity before sending him to the ground in a spasm. Incapacitated (and slightly steaming) Starscream groaned.

Elita One fixed her mouth into a tight disapproving line and glowered at Beta.

"I told him not to gawk." The warden reiterated defensively justifying her actions. Elita One breathed a sigh, apparently Beta still had a score to settle with Starscream for attacking her earlier in the interrogation room, but that could wait as there were much more pressing matters at hand.

"I appreciative your concern Autobot's, truly I do, but I can handle Starscream just fine from here. Now…dismissed." She assured them, and the trio saluted before quickly kissing their sovereign goodnight and exiting her quarters.

With her room cleared the empress closed the doors and, before she knew it, secured the lock behind them. She wasn't even sure why she had done it since the last time she had purposely locked her doors was years ago when Optimus was still alive and they'd shared the same bedroom.

"It'd be wise to activate the sound barrier as well, my dear…" Starscream whispered seductively from behind the sovereign, so close that his warm breath tickled the nape of her neck sending a silent shiver up her spinal relay.

Naturally, Elita already knew the sound barrier was of no concern since the mechanism activated automatically whenever the doors to her room were closed. But of course, she wouldn't let Starscream know since already his intentions were considerably less than a secret. But then she felt a little hypocritical criticizing Starscream when she too felt the same wanton desire—but it didn't matter though, she wouldn't let anything happen between them as she was still the sparkmate of Optimus Prime.

Steadying herself, Elita One turned on her heels and inhaled lightly finding her self face to face with the deviously smiling jet. It wasn't surprising that Starscream had miraculously gotten him self off the floor or out of the restraints since he was second to none when it came to chicanery. But, being in such close proximity, the empress realized just how beautiful a sight Starscream really was to behold. So aesthetically pleasing was he with his lovely vibrant colors, his lithe wings, strong legs and that wickedly gorgeoussmile—but she shook her head stopping herself from looking any further.

Turning her gaze deadly, the matriarch peered into the Seeker's lustful optics.

"I can assure you Starscream, that won't be necessary." The empress affirmed pushing past the Seeker and walked towards her bed.

"Hmpf, so I'm not to be your inamorato for this evening then?" Starscream pouted irritably folding his arms, and Elita almost chuckled at his childish nature.

"Please, don't flatter your self Starscream. If you haven't noticed, I simply won't tolerate you wreaking havoc on my base or causing harm to any of my Autobots. As such, you're to stay with me tonight and do as I tell you." the empress avowed firmly.

"Pfft. And just what makes you think I'll be so obedient, Elita One? " He snickered arrogantly coming up behind her. She could feel him nearing but purposefully kept her back to him and chuckled darkly.

"Because, Starscream, if you don't, I won't have you put back in solitary confinement…I'll put you in the broom closet. It's much smaller, much darker and completely sound proof preventing anyone from hearing your cries as your processor slowly corrodes from the inevitable insanity you'll suffer at the hands of absolute solitude." She breathed eerily calm folding her arms and the Seeker went deathly silent, petrified.

"W-what…do you want from me then?" Starscream questioned bitterly after a moment, barely able to verbalize the words. Swiftly, the empress twisted around to see the terrified look on his face but the sudden movement ruptured something in her injured back and pain ripple through her body making her groan. Moving stiffly, Elita sat carefully onto her bed panting as the pain persisted.

"Since you were the one… who maimed me Starscream…you, shall also be the one…to mend me." She rasped clutching at her sore back. A long moment of silence elapsed before the Seeker growled, obviously he was annoyed with his defeat. But before the empress could register, Starscream had maneuvered his way around her bed kneeling comfortably behind her starting to rub her bare shoulders.

Elita went stock still from the unexpected touch of his hands and tentatively turned her head looking over her shoulder at him, and Starscream chuckled.

"You needn't be alarmed Elita One, we Seeker's are exceedingly skilled in the art of dexterity. I'm certain a back massage will prove to be salutary." He snickered in response to her blanched expression, for emphasis he held up a hand and wiggled his lean digits. Of course the empress already knew of his talents being so affluent in the science of Decepticon jets, but still she opted to stay quiet.

For a time Elita remained rigid under his adroit fingers until she forcibly shut her dirty processor off and focused solely on the salubrious benefits to his ministrations. As her pain evanesced, Elita One found herself relaxed enough to where she even laid down on her front side and allowed the jet to loosen her "dress" and massage her back to the fullest extent. Starscream too seemed to be enjoying himself as he'd started humming quietly kneading the soft malleable metal of the empress's back.

With her head rested in her forearms, the matriarch turned sideways to look up at the beautiful red Seeker straddled above her.

"You know Starscream, it's all right if you wanted to talk." The sovereign offered calmly after they'd been silent for a while, but then she instantly regretted the decision.

"My null-ray is quite the impressive weapon, is it not?" Starscream spoke casually continuing to rub her back. Elita lifted her head up and raised both optic ridges, stunned. Her mouth fixed to retort, but just as it did something had stopped her. She honestly couldn't blame Starscream for such maladroitness, having spent his entire life around socially inept Decepticons it was bound to rub off at some point, and with a wry grin, she relented deciding to humor him.

"Admittedly, yes…that weapon of yours is rather impressive, it managed to keep me nearly immobile these last few day—Ah!" Elita yelped as his finger dug into a particularly sore spot on the small of her back. Gritting her denta, the empress clenched the sheet beneath her fingers as her back throbbed with pain.

"Hmm…" Starscream began, "I believe my null-ray dealt the brunt of the damage, right…here," He drawled out leaning down and lightly pressing his warm lips against the aforementioned spot. The empress gasped instinctively rising to her elbows as the wondrously unexpected sensation of his lips against her skin coursed through her circuitry, filling her body again with shock and thrill.

Starscream snickered mischievously as the sovereign trembled beneath him and planted another more distinct kiss to the spot again receiving a hesitant whimper from the empress. With her pain forgotten, Elita One struggled against the mounting feeling of want and anxiety from the Seeker's enticing lips. Though truthfully, and begrudgingly, it felt incredible having someone touch her body in such a way again as it had been years since she'd last shared something so intimate with another mechanism.

True the Autobot's had been unwaveringly devoted to the empress providing her the emotional solace she so needed in the years following Optimus's death, but still there were some things her comrades simply couldn't provide and she missed it, longed for it…needed it, and Starscream was such a handsome devil, undoubtedly capable of slating her avaricious appetite.

But still, it was nefarious a thought; she couldn't give in to the Seekers enticing play. Biting her lip, the matriarch silenced her self from making any more utterances of pleasure as he continued to kiss and caress her lower back. Silently she prayed her lack of response would curb the Seeker's enthusiasm, but of course it didn't.

Starscream instantly took notice of Elita's resistance to his affection and smirked wickedly. Vying to cajole those sweet noises from the empress again he ran his slippery warm glossa slowly up the groove in her back leaving a light trail and sharp gasp to tear from Elita's vocalizer. Starscream snickered again laying his lips to the back of her neck before planting smaller kisses continuously along the back of her shoulder struts.

The empress spark throbbed fiercely in her chest hammering almost painfully with arousal, her body screamed at her to just simply except what the Seeker was giving, but vehemently she attempted to block the feeling. As Starscream neared her face the empress avoided his gaze, turning her optics anywhere but behind her.

"Starscream, w-what…what do you think you're doing?" She questioned shakily, voice betraying every tumescent desire she felt within and the Seeker chuckled moving his lips directly over her audio receptor.

"There's no need to play coy Elita One, I've seen the way you've looked at me. From all the times we've met on the battlefield to when I first came into this room, your optics have always swarmed with such sweltering and lupine desire, it's…exhilarating." He breathed a wanton hiss nipping gently at the sensitive covering of her audio, and the sovereign shuddered with delight.

"It matters none Starscream, my processor, body and spark belong to Optimus Prime…and no other." She growled tightly closing her optics.

"But you've been without him for so long my dear, why deny yourself?" He asked sounding aberrantly sincere but the empress remained contemplatively silent and then sighed, he was right of course. She was tiring greatly of her own ambivalence; clearly trying to dissuade her self of what she really wanted and needed was an effort being fought in vain. What's more how could she resist with his hand underneath her dress sliding so teasingly up her leg and caressing the back of her thigh?

Yet, however alluring, this was still Starscream she was dealing with. The sovereign simply wasn't going to capitulate into a false sense of security and act a modern day harlot by fornicating with the first mech that offered. Making her visage appear indifferent, the empress carefully turned over onto her back finding her hips settled snuggly between the Seekers knees. Firmly holding the loosened sheet to her body, Elita lifted her optics to meet those of the deviously smiling jet.

Akin to before, her less than interested appearance did little to hinder his assault. Attempting to steal, a kiss Starscream leaned down coming almost nose to nose with the empress before being stopped by one soft manicured finger pressed to his lips.

"One thing still concerns me Starscream…why would you give yourself to me so generously? Am I not the very femme, nay the very Autobot who's captured your trine and held you hostage?" She asked soberly optics narrowing with suspicion. Starscream blinked in surprise at the query but obliged nonetheless.

"My dear, you don't give yourself enough credit." He chuckled softly and Elita raised an optic ridge, confusion laden in her vision. His gaze fixed firmly on the empress, Starscream took the hand at his lips and kissed her palm before gently pinning it beside her head.

"You are the legendary Elita One, the queen of all Autobots, and the most powerful femme in the universe…correct? "Starscream mused dreamily lacing his fingers into hers. Elita nodded slowly almost taken aback by his lexis, and the Seeker smirked.

"Who wouldn't want to frag you?" He questioned flagrantly and Elita's optics brightened at the inquiry. But before any type of coherent reply could be devised, the Seeker had leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the empress's foreplate. The contact was strange, yet so wonderful it silenced any words of complaint the empress may have had within, and she watched Starscream with aroused intrigue as he moved back and smiled down at her.

With the lean digits of his free hand Starscream lightly ran his fingers down the empress's face and she closed her optics under his soft touch. His fingertips just barely grazed her metal skin as he studied the delicate intricacies of her visage, the tip of his index finger tracing the slender elegancy of her nose bridge before sweetly kissing the prim triangular tip, and the empress giggled at the feeling. She was actually quite surprised at Starscream's attentiveness having never experienced Seeker Kama sutra before. Yet for all she knew his display of affection very well could've been just a serpentine ploy to establish dominance over her. Still, even if it was, the Autobot empress had been without such tenderness for years now and saw no need to be unreasonable. If Starscream was going to be this gentle with her she'd let him have his way…for now.

Feeling his finger slide over her lips Elita was brought out of her reverie and opened her optics once more, his thumb continuing to make pathways across the warm metal of her full supple lips. She gazed at the mischievously smiling Seeker hovering above her face and grinned her self, Primus how she loved that smile. It was mystifying the way his shrewd lips could curl so gracefully under his command, so sinful and deceitful but enticing all the same and she longed to taste them.

As if clairvoyant, Starscream's hand slid away from the matriarch's face and slowly he bent pressing his mouth flush against her thick pink lips. She tensed as he began moving melodically against her, returning the fervor in full the sovereign let loose the grip on her dress and cupped the back of Starscream's helm, moaning as their kiss deepened. Parting her lips, the empress delved her glossa into his cavity and tasted the Seeker for all his worth; he was delicious, mouth warm and coated like silk.

Emboldened by her reaction Starscream quickly abandoned her pinned hand on the bed and cupped her cheek. His glossa, motionless at first, joined in the fight under her persistence purring as he went about swirling and licking her glossa and lips. Just as the kiss seemed to eternalize, their lips broke apart with a gasp as the desperate need to replace stagnating air in their intakes took over.

But as the empress effectively panted her vents back to life Starscream wasted no time in continuing his assault, kissing along her jaw, underneath her chin and down her sinewy neck licking the elongated crossing wires there. Keening gasps escaped her vocalizer as she allowed the Seeker better access, turning her head towards the nightstand Elita firmly pressed him into her neck's sensitive wiring.

The empress writhed in bliss moaning as she reached an arm around his back and pulled his warmed body completely atop hers, the red jet continued imbibing in the delicious warmth of her neck as the matriarch faced the candy filled jorum placed atop her nightstand and a thought instantly crossed her processor. Carefully, so as not to pull her self from Starscream's wonderful mouth, Elita reached out and grabbed one of the candies in the goblet. Lifting his head, Starscream grinned coming back to claim the sovereign's lips again but as he did her thumb and forefinger halted him pressing a small azure sphere to his lips.

The empress smiled sensuously tracing the outside of his moist laden lips, a saccharine soupcon being left in her wake as the Seeker murmured pleasantly at the erotic gesture. She then motioned for him to open his mouth and gently pushed the confection in letting her finger linger on his glossa a moment before pulling it out. Satisfied, Starscream sighed licking his lips before chewing and swallowing the piquant morsel. But then just as the sovereign's hand had exited his orifice, Starscream captured her wrist and guided it back to his lips. His glossa darting out salving the end of her finger letting it run up and down the digit before taking it fully into his mouth again.

Elita moaned biting her lip as his appendage swirled lewdly around her metal finger slurping and sucking to gather what vestiges of candy had been left behind, he hummed contentedly slowly dragging her finger out between his lips. Turning her hand upwards he licked along the wiring that lay beneath the gaps in her palm and a small grin formed on the empress's face, the sensation was ticklish to the touch but still amazingly erotic.

Laying her hand down, Starscream kissed her lips before straightening up and unfastening his chest plate. With just a few snaps his red armored shell was quickly removed and tossed aside revealing a gray and, surprisingly, well-toned chest beneath it. But before Elita could even reach a hand up to stroke his beautifully sculpted torso, his lips fell to her shoulder leaving feather light kisses as he started to travel downward, but coming to her chest he stopped. Her silken dress acted as a barrier to his advances posing a problem, it was for naught though as Starscream merely tugged at the garment undoing the previously loosened knot and fully divulging the empress before his esurient optics, he gasped.

Elita chuckled quietly as Starscream stared down her body with a mesmerized gaze—her voluptuous figure was all but displeasing to the Seekers optics. As if for conformation Starscream groaned feeling his cable swell beneath his codpiece at the sight. With his knees at her sides Elita softly rubbed the Seeker's thighs bringing him back to reality, and he smirked.

"Your armor never did you any justice at all, my dear. One would've never guessed that underneath it the empress of Autobot's was quite the zaftig beauty." He crooned impishly before bending down and taking all he could of her tumid left mound into his mouth. A shuddered whimper erupted from the empress as he tenderly suckled on her left hardened peak; simultaneously his right hand went to work caressing the other luscious mound. Alternating Starscream moved his mouth over to her right and again licked and suckled the rigid peak, but unlike before his hand began moving downward. Ghosting her soft, slightly adipose midsection to her lower abdomen Starscream smiled watching as the sovereign trembled anxiously beneath his naughty roaming fingers, and she cried loudly arching her back as the Seeker's hand came between her legs caressing her burning wet port before carefully inserting his middle finger.

Using his free hand Starscream released his fully erect cable, assuaging the merciless constriction his codpiece caused from his arousal. The empress optics brightened as she caught sight of the, rather, impressive cable between Starscream's legs. He wasn't the leviathan that Optimus was but he certainly had reasoning now behind his cavaliering attitude as he was fairly above average size for a Seeker.

Starscream marveled the cynosure perfection of the empress's sodden port and his shaft began to throb with anticipation, adding a second finger to the first he saturated him self in her lubricant. Bringing out his sopping wet fingers Starscream breathed in her redolent and shuddered. The aroma was so intoxicating it nearly caused him vertigo, and he licked his fingers clean with a rapacious gusto. Like her scent, the empress's taste was just as ambrosial…no wonder she was queen.

Elita watched eagerly as Starscream smiled slithering his way back up to her face, every inch of his warm metal skin touching hers and making her already overly aroused body tingle. His mouth quickly found hers in a heated kiss, the taste of lubricant still prevalent on his lips as the empress drank the Seeker in and passion swelled. Together their lips tangled in a fierce inferno of brine, her spark singing out as their lips and glossa's moved about in a frenzy.

Once stopped the empress again found her self panting, breathless and gazing up at the beautiful red Seeker and something broke deep within her. She'd had all she could take of his foreplay, it was certainly munificent enough, but the empress wanted to experience the Seeker for everything he was, is and every thing he ever will be, she wanted to feel him in his entirety.

"Starscream," Elita spoke softly, hands reaching up to stroke his handsome face.

"Yes?" The jet answered looking directly at the lovely pink goddess beneath him.

She reached around his neck, arms bringing him close so her lips were right next to his audio receptor, and she whispered a dulcet nearly feline susurrant, "…take me." And Starscream shuddered at the sensuality in her deep womanly voice.

Moving back a bit Starscream reached down guiding his swollen cable to her dripping wet port, and groaned slowly pushing inside her. Elita's head fell backward against the bed, mouth and optics wide as she unfettered a desperate gasp, the long forgotten foudroyant sensation of being impaled remerging in her once more. Starscream whined quietly laying his face into the sovereign's breast as he drove him self to the hilt, holding himself stationary he savored the feel of her burning wet port before pulling out and reentering in a continuous motion.

The empress sobbed unintelligibly contracting her port around him as she grew accustomed to the deep intrusions. Soft whimpers and gasps rolled from the Seeker's vocalizer as he moved in and out of her with a heavy gentle rhythm, his arms hooked under her shoulders and held her close as she moaned wrapping her legs around his waist.

Elita couldn't have been more grateful for Starscream's gentleness as his length had filled her body far beyond its capacity. It'd been so long since the last time she interfaced her port honestly couldn't decipher wheatear she was being pierced by Starscream, Optimus or even Primus himself.

So immersed by his mellifluous presence within her, the empress clung to the Seeker tightly as her overload approached, "Harder Starscream…harder." she pled desperately hands squeezing his back possessively.

Obliging Starscream panted picking up speed as her sweet sounds egged him on, hips thrusting furiously to accommodate the empress and her rapturous moans intensified. Growing louder and more volatile, screaming as the Seeker pounded into the queen with every once of strength he could muster.

Elita shuddered hard in her last moments, seizing his body in a vice before crying out with a guttural howl to Primus above, her back arching hard into the Seeker's as she rode the frisson euphoric wave of ecstasy.

Starscream whimpered loudly thrusting harder and faster until his body erupted in a violent shudder, a piercing cry sang out from the Seeker far surpassing the empress and living up to his namesake as he spilled transfluid inside her.

Once the pandemonic rush of overload had settled, Starscream carefully removed his cable from the empress before tumbling off and falling to her side. Elita trembled, panting in an exhausted heap as the last of her overload ebbed away. She turned to warm equally tired body next to her and smiled.

"Did you enjoy that?" Starscream asked somnolently snuggling close to the empress before wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.

"Very much so." Elita smiled returning the embrace as he placed a soft kiss to her lips, "And you?" She asked looking into his glazed optics.

"Of course, I expected nothing less from the legendary Elita One…you were superb my dear." Starscream smirked rubbing his nose to hers before closing his optics.

Elita giggled quietly at her new sobriquet and tightened her grip on the handsome jet before she too shut her optics to unconscious bliss.

Ahh...yes, ain't nothing like that good ole fashion Seeker lovin is it folks? A/N:There's still one more chapter after this one, not an epilogue just the morning after stuff and I think you'll find the ending to your liking. I would've added it to this one but it was just getting entirely too long.

Oh and by show of hands, who was not the least bit surprised that Starscream is instinctively attracted to a woman in power?