Ameno Sakura

Title: Forbidden Fruit.
Fandom: Transformers, RP-verse.
Characters: Crossfire and SG!Starscream.
Prompt: 28 - Lust.
Word Count: 523.
Rating: NSFW for sexually explicit content (non-con).
Summary: Crossfire has been brainwashed and makes advances on Starscream.
Author's Notes: This is not the same Starscream as in nowallareone.

He didn't know what had gotten into Crossfire as Starscream pressed himself against the table in his quarters/laboratory. Air cycled through his intakes and out his vents in almost hyperventilating sweeps when she pressed closer, tracing a hand slowly over his transformation seams with a lustful smile on her face. This wasn't the Crossfire he knew. This wasn't the same femme he had come to know so well. She had been changed somehow, but why? Who or what could have changed her so dramatically? He couldn't think as the air hitched slightly while he shuddered slightly in pleasure.

"Star... I need you more than you'll ever know..." She said in a husky tone, but it wasn't her. This wasn't the Autobot he repaired, wasn't the femme he called sister. What had happened to her? "Please... I need this..."

He couldn't give what she wanted. He didn't even know if he would if it weren't for his own desire for Megatron. His Megatron. The leader wasn't here, though, and that made her advances all the more uncomfortable. His Ember ached as he thought over the options he had and he didn't want to give into the advances the Youngling was making on him. She was still too young. He had to find out who changed her like this, just had to find out which of those despicable 'Cons in the fortress was behind this.

She traced a hand up and over his frame, slowly opening her own chestplates to reveal the bright and pure light of her Spark. With both hands, she teased his wings as she drew closer, forcing him back against the wall next to the table. He pressed his frame into the wall as far as he could go while she pressed her frame into his, letting the energy from her Spark lick against his chest. Even though his Ember was protected by his chestplates, he could feel it reacting to the energy outside his chestplates, feel the strength of a young Spark ebb and flow into his frame like a cool breeze that was just out of reach.

"Crossfire... please... This isn't right...!" He protested as his frame shuddered before he had to willfully keep his chestplates closed.

"I love you, Star..." She said in a voice that had become unrecognizable to him. It didn't sound at all like the soft, warm voice that she usually used with him. It was nothing like her and he knew it. He just needed to get away from her and find out what had been done to her. "I want to bond with you."

He was afraid of that. He didn't want to break her Spark when she would snap out of this condition. He didn't feel comfortable at all with giving in to what she wanted. What made it worse was the fact that either he or she could disappear from the dimension at any given time and may never return. He couldn't, no wouldn't, live with that on his conscience. It wasn't right and made him feel lecherous if he decided to give in.

He would need to think of something.