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Why twenty-six you ask? Because that is how old I am turning today

It seemed as good a reason as any to choose a number.

Most of these will be one-shots that could be expanded. In fact, at least one will be expanded once the collection is finished. Obviously the final decision is mine but your opinion counts too.

So enjoy, and please review. It makes me happy.

This one was actually written for a prompt on TFAnonkink.

Megatron really should have done a bit more research before putting his plan into action.

Schemes

Shakily, Starscream cycled his intakes. Shuttering his optics as he willed his gyros to stop spinning. He was not going to purge. Was not, no way, no how. A low groan escaped his lips as his tanks settled, it seemed his body had decided to cooperate. At least for the moment.

The seeker hated this, hated it. He was slow and clumsy; too hot one moment, too cold the next. He couldn't fight, couldn't even fly without supervision. Thundercracker had been handling the Air Commander's duties ever since Soundwave had caught him recharging at his desk over a half completed datapad.

The tri-colored jet's faceplates burned with humiliation at the memory. Frag, he had even been banned from his lab. Supposedly because of the many dangerous and highly reactive chemicals within. Seriously, who did they think he was? Wheeljack? Unlike that walking disaster, Starscream knew how to avoid blowing himself up.

Although at the same time, the seeker couldn't help but be touched by his Lord's concern. Something that pissed Starscream off even more as he knew exactly where those feeling were coming from, curse his programming. Though at least the other's behavior had somewhat allayed his fears about whether or not the gunformer was even capable of being a decent Sire.

Almost unbidden, an image of a red, black and silver bitlet popped into his mind. He couldn't help but wonder what the sparkling would be like. Would it be a seeker, or would it take after its other creator? Maybe both? Yes, a gunship, slower than a fighter jet but more heavily armed.

Starscream bit his lips, picturing it. It was a nice dream, though he would have to wait and see if it came true. Whatever, the seeker snorted after a moment. Just as long as it could fly. If he gave birth to a grounder he would offline due to the shame. And speaking of Megatron . . .

A pair of large black servos snuck around the flier's midsection, trapping his arms and settling over the smaller mech's slightly enlarged gestation chamber before he was gently pulled against a broad gray chest. "You should be resting." A soft kiss was placed on the seeker's left audio, Megatron leaning down to nuzzle one of those glorious wings.

Starscream squirmed under the implications packed into that dark voice, his internals fluttering in a way that had very little to do with his current condition. It took every bit of will he possessed not to open his panels right there and beg the other to take him. As it was, he could feel the lubricants sliding down his valve walls. "You fragger," he snarled instead, doing his level best to hit his oh so loving commander. "You did this on purpose."

"And why would I have wanted to do that?" Megatron sounded horribly amused. With the ease of long practice, his servos roamed over the SIC's frame, a satisfied smirk crossing his features as Starscream practically melted into his arms.

A moan escaped the seeker's throat as he instinctively leaned into the other, letting the gunformer lead him over to a berth. "I'm going to kill you," he muttered. And he was, he really was, just not now. He pressed closer to Megatron's side, dark faceplate firmly attached to the cool gray plating. If only it didn't feel so slagging good.

He felt more than heard the other mech's chuckle as Megatron stroked his wings. "Of course you are my seeker."

Said seeker scowled. Just where did the other get off, claiming him like that. He didn't belong to anybody. But Starscream said nothing, letting his systems cycle down one at a time as he fell into recharge. Megatron was right about one thing, he did need the rest. Carrying pulled on his reserves more than he had ever imagined.

The jet wasn't stupid, not by a long shot. He knew exactly what Megatron was doing, though he sincerely doubted his commander was aware of the consequences that would fall on himself, and Starscream wasn't about to enlighten him.

A sly expression crossed the Aerial Commander's lips before vanishing. Let Megatron try to tame him if that was what he wanted. He would have no one but himself to blame when it turned out the bond went both ways. As for Starscream, he would sit back, relax, and give his Lord and Master just enough rope to hang himself.

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The next one should be up soon as it is pre-written

It just need typed and a bit of editting to be done.

I should also take this moment to give credit (blame) to spoon-of-doom, Ceris Malfoy, sanjuno, Bibliotecaria.D, Merfilly, Wayward, Balrog Roike, and Koi Lungfish. Without the wonderful works written by these authors I would have never gotten into the Transformers fandom.