I'm still working on the other story, but I keep reading all of these great fanfics with awesome plot devices! I want to try to deploy some of them! Go through my favorites list if you like Starscream smut. You will find the Arc of the Covenant in there.

For the benefit of this story:

0-20 years=Sparkling (Equivalent of newborn infant)

21-100 years=Sparkling (toddler)

101-1000= (childhood)

1001-500,000= (younglinghood [teen years])

500,001=infinity? (Mech/femmehood)

Units of time:

Cycle = Day

Orn = Month

Solar Cycle = Year

Astrosecond = Second

Nanoclick = Minute

Joor = Hour

Starscream was mortified.

Thrust had begun the ridiculous seeker courting ritual several cycles ago because of a slip by Hook, and had been growing more obnoxious with each passing joor. Slip was probably not the right word. Hook was doing full exams on all of the soldiers before the next raid. Something he had never done before.

It was actually Megatron that requested he do it after too many fights where mechs that didn't want to be perceived as whiny sparklings went into battle with injuries already sustained from previous battles. This gave the Autobots the upper hand in nearly every battle.

Megatron also decided to have Hook record medical history on the Decepticons. Something suggested by Soundwave to keep closer tabs on certain Decepticon's strengths or weaknesses. Starscream couldn't complain. Well, he could, but it was a good idea.

The seekers had arrived at the same time for their check-up in a large group after a relatively brutal training session. Starscream was first.

"Designation?" Hook's voice was gruff. Starscream sighed. Hook knew his designation. Primus knew how many times he had ended up in the med bay after fragging off Megatron.

"Designation: Starscream." He was tired. Exhausted. He had almost managed to get Ramjet to not, well, ram anything. During the training session, he had slammed into TC and Dirge. He suspected he rammed into Dirge on purpose as some kinky display. Whatever. He didn't want to see that scrap on his battlefield.

"Age?" Hook snapped him from his thoughts. He didn't remember. It had been solar cycles since anyone had asked him. He gave Hook a look as though Hook had just asked him to rip his own wings off to donate them to science. "Do you know?" Hook was getting annoyed. Too many mechs didn't remember their fragging age.

Starscream glared at him. It was too early for this scrap, and he was too tired. Hook let out an audible growl.

"Lay back on the berth." Starscream sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that day and begrudgingly scooted back and laid down. Hook began his incredibly invasive full-frame poke and prod. He started with Starscream's optics and processor and worked his way down. Several times Hook would look at something twice, look at him in confusion, then walk away to consult a data pad on seeker anatomy.

After the fifth time, as Hook was molesting his wings none too gently while staring confusedly at a data pad, Starscream was starting to get paranoid about whether or not there was something wrong with him.

"What is it?" Starscream demanded. Hook raised an optic ridge and let out a sigh.

"Are you interfacing?" The question caught Starscream off guard.

"What!" He squawked indignantly as he raised himself up on his elbows. "None of your fragging business!"

"Actually it is." Hook fixed him with a hard stare. Starscream felt embarrassed, and didn't want to meet the gaze. This was way too invasive. "Alright, Spread em."

"Spread what?" He felt nervous now. What was he spreading?

"Your legs." Hook made his way to the end of the berth with Starscream's legs. He clenched his legs together.

"Why?" He didn't trust Hook right now. He knew something that was probably bad that he refused to share with Starscream.

"Because some mechs end up with diseases in their ports that eat away at the cavity walls." Starscream stopped clenching his legs together and laid back. Hook opened them, and put Starscream's pedes in stir-ups. Starscream was unaware that a medic visit could be so embarrassing. Was this disease something he suspected Starscream to have? He felt Hook move down to his port and start opening it. Starscream steeled himself for the results of his useless port allowing some rust disease to devour him from the inside out.

"Wow." Hook grew silent then started laughing. That did it. What was so funny about his port? Was it diseased? Was it deformed? He had never really given it any attention before.

"What?" He snapped. What was so funny about his port being eaten alive? Hook left the room to go next door where Mixmaster and Scrapper were collecting medical history on Thrust. The next thing he knew, the three constructicons were at the foot of the berth staring in awe and wonder.

"Never thought I'd see one of those in the Decepticon base." Hook said in awe.

"Never thought I'd see one on the Screamer." Mixmaster started cackling. Scrapper just stared quietly.

"What?" Starscream snapped. The three constructicons snapped their heads up as though they had forgotten Starscream was attached to his interfacing equipment.

"You haven't interfaced before. Your seal is still completely intact." Hook stated. That's what they were looking at and laughing about? Starscream felt a little hurt. "By the way, judging by how soft certain joints are on your frame, you're not even a mech yet, I may have to inform Megatron." Now Starscream was royally fragged off.

He didn't need the contructicons laughing at him for being young or too busy to get his seal popped or reporting on his condition to that ugly slagging fool. He swiftly sat up, closed his port and started to exit the medbay, with an angry Hook telling him he wasn't finished with the exam, only to run into Thrust who obviously overheard the entire conversation.

Then this pit-forsaken courting had taken place. Thrust followed behind Starscream everywhere he went like a lovesick youngling. It bordered on stalking. He had even begun singing to Starscream in seeker-speak. Of course, Skywarp thought it was hilarious. Thundercracker just looked away at the shameful displays of affection.

Starscream had tried everything to dissuade Thrust, everything from refusing outright to beating the slag out of him. It was horrible.

'Why me?'

None of the other Decepticons seemed to know what to make of the odd behavior between their Air Commander and Thrust. Mainly because the two seekers didn't speak Standard Cybertronian when they were clicking, chirping, and screeching at each other. Soundwave knew.

"Fragger." Starscream grumbled as he passed Soundwave, directing the comment at him. Soundwave seemed to be smirking behind his visor.

This had already been a long cycle. He had just managed to evade Thrust long enough to make it to the Command Center. Megatron gave him a bored and annoyed glance. The old glitch was obviously hungover by the way he was cradling his helm. He had a habit of drinking high grade alone in his room to make up for the fact that he had no social life. There was no time for any of the commanders to have a social life. Starscream knew this from observation. Megatron was rarely at energon raid parties. He was usually preventing Starscream from being at them as well by loading him down with work. Starscream didn't care to antagonize the old lonely drunkard that cycle. He had his own problems.

Of course the peace was short lived. Thrust burst into the command room astroseconds later with Dirge and Ramjet in tow.

'Oh Primus No.' It was the final part of the courting ritual. The part where the one courting brought his trine together to see his chosen partner, stake a verbal claim that stated 'If anyone is opposed to us being together beat me in a battle', and then pursue the one being courted a bit more vigorously. Seekers searching for mates were not above forced bonding.

Since they were the only unbonded seekers on the Nemesis, Starscream was the optimal choice for Thrust. Starscream noticed that Thrust decided to announce his final part of the ritual while Starscream's trine was absent on a scouting mission.

'Coward.' His trine would rip Thrust apart during the verbal claim to defend his honor. The only mechs permitted to get involved in refuting the verbal claim were trine, creators, and other suitors. His trine was out, his creators were dead, and there were no others to pursue him as a possible mate.

Starscream quickly made his way to the other side of the command center trying to quickly busy himself with something that would inhibit Thrust's ability to stake a claim. Thrust ran after him, grabbing his servo in a death grip and started rambling the verbal claim. Starscream wanted to blast Thrust in the faceplates and run away, but Dirge and Ramjet were blocking the Command Center doors, staring intently at Starscream with a 'try something funny and we'll frag you up' look.

He sent a desperate plea over the trine bond, which was reciprocated with outrage from Skywarp and Thundercracker that such a major claim was being done when they weren't there to have a say.

He was fragged. The verbal claim was loud, noisy and annoying. At the point where Thrust screeched the 'come and get me if you don't like it' part in seeker-speak, and Starscream wanted to punch him and run away screaming, a fusion cannon blasted a hole through Thrust's left wing.

Sorry for whatever plot holes I leave. :/