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"Very funny. I'll have you know I punished him for a bad deed." Narrowing his optics, Starscream moved his hands out from behind his back, revealing the same Energon prod he used on Devision.

"What, is Devision too much for you to handle?" G.T. teased, goading the Lord as if he were intentionally asking for a punishment himself.

Narrowing his optics even more, Starscream had made his way closer to G.T., lifting his chin with the Energon prod, one of his talons threatening to turn it on. "I can handle him just fine. Just like I can handle you." Voice speaking deep, Starscream tapped a talon against the knob of the Energon prod, really getting irritated at the Mech's reply.

"Are you sure that you can handle Dev? He's definitely quite a piece of work... after-all." The orange Autobot retorted, keeping up the goading, oblivious to the threat of the prod, or perhaps he had never experienced it before, and thus had no basis for personal reference of what the things felt like.

"I told you I can handle him just fine. Don't make me show you how I handle things around here." Slightly raising his voice, Starscream lifted G.T.'s chin even more with the prod, a scowl look upon his faceplates. He wasn't playing. He will do it.

"Well, if you say so then... just saying Devision can be quite a handful..." G.T. replied, in his usual cocky tone.

"I don't like your tone."

"Oh? Hmm... are you really sure you can handle Dev just fine...?"

Gritting his denta, Starscream turned the dial all the way up to the highest setting, applying his to G.T.'s neck, knocking him out. He was way above heated now, and his processor aches were kicking in. He needed to calm down. Heading to the Energon Vault, Starscream grabbed a cube for himself, ignoring all of the Eradicons who were looking at him, and made his way to the Throne Room. A moment of peace would be good.

Punching in the code to the Throne Room, Starscream bit the corner of his cube, taking a big gulp before stopping in his tracks and looking around the room. Setting his cube on a table nearby, Starscream noticed the floors had been cleaned of dirt and dust, leaving it spotless. The throne had been cleaned too. Running a talon against the armrest, Starscream examined it, showing no dust that lingered. Who in the All Spark cleaned this? "... It's clean... it's all clean..."

Devision, meanwhile, whimpered softly, the pain was so much, that he could not bear fighting it and gave up and gave into it completely, something he almost never did... and as a result, he was engulfed by the pain... racked by it... yet, there was freedom of a sort in just letting it control him, instead of being so set on controlling it all the time.

He did not fight the spasms or the twitching, or the seizures that resulted... he accepted them, for once. Tears of lubricant trickled down his cheeks. His breathing was quick and raspy. Though his optics were open, he could not see, so blindly lost in the pain... whimpering miserably. His optics held a sort of haunted, lost look...but he was too far gone in his pain to notice much else.

Heading down the hall, Starscream stopped in front of his quarters, before slowly going inside, spotting Devision still cuffed to his berth.

Devision closed his optics, still so far gone in his pain to notice anything else, he whimpered softly, lubricant tears streaking down his faceplates, his breathing still quick and raspy. Yet a sharp cry tore from his vocal unit, as he experienced an intense seizure and the resulting after-tremors, as well as his right shoulder and part of his wing locked up. He gasped and whimpered, tears flowing more freely, as he could not hold back, he was just too exhausted.

Devision whimpered... "M...Master?" Slowly he opened his optics, struggling to regain control of the pain, once more, especially now that he was no longer alone. "I...I...only wished to... merely...cl...clean the throne room...because it...really needed it...and the task would...give me some focus...M...Master..."

Devision whimpered... "M...Master?" Slowly he opened his optics, struggling to regain control of the pain, once more, especially now that he was no longer alone. "I...I...only wished to... merely...cl...clean the throne room...because it...really needed it...and the task would...give me some focus...M...Master..."

Softly narrowing his optics, Starscream slowly climbed onto the berth, looming over Devision softly, then reached to unhook the stasis cuffs that kept him restrained.

Devision trembled, nervously. He whimpered, gaining control of the pain again was, as ever, a challenge. He shifted, shyly, to get the pressure off his wings and back. Trembling still, as he did not know what to do, he sighed, softly, confused, a bit.