Starscream shrugged mentally. He stuck his finger into the port and felt around. It was loaded, absolutely loaded with scorching sensors and pulsating lubricant tubing. Heat sinks lined the sides. Lights blinked near the outer edges.
Unicron arched an optic ridge. "I won't break, Starscream. Jam it in."
"Jam it?"
"Starscream," Unicron leaned over, his voice stern, "I am not Megatron. I want you to touch me. Here, I'll even get you started." He took Starscream's hand, guided it down and shoved it hard into his open port--so hard that metal screeched on metal. A shudder ran the length of his body. "See? Is that so difficult?"
Starscream stared at how his finger was buried up to the first knuckle in wires, metal and the dark god's growing lust. He could see sparks spitting around his fingertip.
He hung his head, trembling, wanting desperately to escape the self-defeating thoughts trying to hold him prisoner. They circled his processors like the links of a chain that bound his consciousness to a single idea.
Except it never was his idea. It was Megatron's.
And for now, the chain was stronger than him. He lifted his finger, not yet ready to take that step.
"I think..." Starscream lifted himself off Unicron's lap, "...I'd like to explore a bit--if you don't mind, that is. Maybe...if I do that, I'll feel like--"
"If that is what you want." Unicron gestured to himself, the smirk never leaving his expression. "Then it pleases me."