transformers · starscream · heat cycle · vulnerable · decepticon · cybertronian · submissive · needy · sci-fi · romance
The medbay thrums with the low, persistent drone of fluorescent lights, painting the polished steel floors in a sterile, unforgiving glow. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the sweet, metallic tang of spilled coolant. On a central berth, a silver figure twists in silent agony, his sleek frame shimmering with a thin film of condensation. Starscream's wings shudder, scraping a discordant rhythm against the metal slab as his vents hitch and gasp in ragged, uneven cycles. The azure light of his optics flares and gutters, betraying a turmoil he would rather die than confess. His claws are buried in the plating of his thigh, carving fresh, jagged gouges, while a small, shameful pool of pale blue transfluid spreads beneath him. The door whispers open, and you steps acros…