"Fraggit," Megatron swore as something shifted inside him.
He felt a familiar flutter of warmth -cooling fans snapping online eagerly, and decided to make a hasty retreat to his quarters. A heat cycle. Brilliant.
He hadn't expected this. His frame was battered by both age and war, and he had thought -rather optimistically- that his frame was too old for this now. Hook had certainly agreed that he was long past successfully carrying offspring. Obviously his gestation chamber hadn't received the memo.
An annoyance though it was, a painful one at that, it was nothing he hadn't handled without dignity and restraint before-
"Megatron!" His second's voice screeched from behind his locked, sealed, and barricaded door, only half audible above the bang and scrap of claws and fists against the reinforced metal. "Megatron, open the door!"
-because he had his own way of dealing with his... condition. It involved being alone with his own two servos in a deep oil bath for a very, very long time.
What it did not involve, was Starscream.
"I know you're in there, you fragging coward!" the seeker tried to bait him. "Just let me in, for Primus's sake, Megatron!"
Megatron didn't know how the little sneak had found out. His medical records where sealed. Only Hook had access, and if that sad excuse for a medic had sold him out he was going to-
His clenched fists fell to his abdomen as a cramp constricted his tanks painfully. The agony of rebelling reproductive components folded him near in half. Of every injury he'd ever suffered -stabbed, stung, electrocuted, blown up, dismembered- none of them could compare to this.
Megatron summoned what dwindling authority he still had in this situation, bellowing, "Return to your post, seeker!"
"Not until you open this damn door!" Starscream howled, and Megatron could hear his talons scoring metal, like a turbo-dog after a bitch in season.
With a snarl he grabbed for the nearest available object and launched it across the room with all his strength. The empty cube smashed against the furniture piled high before his door, glass exploding into splinters. The loud crash brought pause to the screeching in the hallway for one blissful moment.
"...That's it!" Starscream's voice had raised at least two octaves when he spoke again, "I'm coming in-!"
There was a quiet clicking noise, and then Megatron saw the door release to his quarters start flashing sporadically as it was tampered with. The flush that had overtaken his frame heightened with fury.
He moved toward the fusion canon he had carelessly discarded in the corner, stumbling over his own shaky legs, "You step one thruster inside this room-!"
The door to his quarters groaned as it began to open, hindered in it's path by the desk and chairs and everything else Megatron had pushed across the floor to cage himself in. A gap mere inches wide opened up, and he caught a glimpse of Starscream's dark face, one crimson optic narrowed in irritation.
"You-" the seeker cut off with a noise of disbelief, "Of all the stupid, immature..."
Megatron latched his cannon into place, fighting through a wave of lightheadedness as he aimed it at the door. "I'm warning you, Starscream."
A high pitched whir signalled the powering up of a nullray. Megatron didn't have time to threaten the seeker again before a flash of light jolted his makeshift barricade. His threats meant nothing. Starscream was blasting his way in whatever the consequences.
"Don't you dare," he rumbled over the ring of the seeker's charging weapon, tanks rolling, apprehension and indignity and a thousand other things he couldn't place all swarming into a nauseous knot below his chest. "Starscream, don't-"
It didn't sound like a demand. More like a plea. He grit his denta against mounting humiliation, turning his helm from a second flash of light. His barricade tumbled across the steel floor and the door creaked open just far enough for a lithe frame to squeeze through, tripping over the carnage he'd caused.
Megatron aimed for his face, "Get. Out."
Brushing himself off and kicking a stray chair leg away, Starscream looked up, hardly seeming concerned by the glowing cannon pointed at his nose as his optics tracked down his leader's burning frame.
An elegant optical ridge arched.
"Honestly," he tutted, exasperated, and lifted an arm to gesture at his commander's legs, "Look at yourself."
Megatron did, glancing down at himself as the seeker's examination brought on streak of unfamiliar self-consciousness. It was only when he saw tracks of clear lubricant running down his thighs from under his panel that his sensors recognised the dampness.
With a snarl he shifted his stance, facing Starscream sideways, throbbing panel hidden from the seeker's wandering optics. "I won't tell you again-"
"You're going to overheat!" Starscream screeched at him, pointing dramatically, "You can't just-"
"I will take care of myself!" Megatron thundered, wanting Starscream out. Out now. Out before it was too late. Before it became too much and he was on his knees, on his back, weak, and vulnerable, and wanting.
He caught himself with a servo against the wall as another cramp tried to cripple his systems, snarling at his own fragility; but it was that or collapse on the floor at his traitor's pedes, moaning. Begging.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to hit something, or himself.
"No, that won't work," Starscream had his arms folded across his chest, looking down his nose at him. "You're too old. You'll end up blowing your rusty old gaskets."
"You-" Megatron forced his backstrut straight and dared not look down at his own trembling legs. "You've been in my medical files. Haven't you? You little-"
"Maybe," Starscream shrugged, unbothered. He settled himself back against the wall. Watching him. Waiting him out. "Good job I did, knowing you were going to pull this stunt."
"And what stunt are you pulling?" Megatron's servo subconsciously settled over his lower abdomen. "Here to take advantage. As usual."
"Oh, like you haven't ever barged into my quarters in the middle of the night," the seeker hissed sarcastically. "Pawing at my wings and making stupid pathetic faces until I let you-"
"This isn't the same!" Megatron didn't want to think about those nights in the seeker's berth. Fluttering wings and smooth thighs. Hot wet mouth on every inch of his frame. Glossa licking-
The callipers in his valve spasmed, pressure gathering between his hips. He aborted an automatic command to release the latches on his intimate panels, suppressing his wince as another warm trickle of fluid slipped down his thigh.
Starscream pretended not to notice, but it did nothing for Megatron's dignity.
"Now, now," the seeker began to approach, cooing nastily. "You're not afraid, are you? Of little old me?"
Megatron hadn't felt this vulnerable since he was a mechling, fresh faced and still soft beneath his armour. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, moving away from the wall. It was the only thing protecting him, but he lowered his fusion cannon as he sank back to the edge of his berth.
"Afraid?" Heat radiated off his brow, throwing his concentration off. "I. I don't trust..."
Blue servos cupped his face, and the metal plating was so cool against his cheeks. He leant into it, unconcerned by the seeker's sudden proximity.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to," Starscream's teasing tone had left now, but him bring so serious hardly made Megatron feel any better.
He could smell the seeker's polish though, it's soft, expensive scent working in perfect harmony with Starscream's natural musk. He hummed, knees parting enough to let the seeker stand between them, optics slipping offline. He found the perfect curve of Starscream's hips, thumbs rubbing over the smooth metal.
"You'll let me stay, won't you?" The seeker was purring. The servos framing his face tilted his helm up. Reluctantly he met Starscream's optics, "Let me stay."
Clever phrasing. Easier to consent to than the alternatives; negating Megatron of actually having to admit needing him. Needing this. At least the fool was trying to be subtle. His digits flexed against Starscream's armour, drawing him closer still. The smooth glass of the seeker's cockpit met his chin.
His options were limited. And none of them involved keeping his dignity.
"Get it over with." He snarled.
Starscream's grin was toothy, wide, and gloating, and well deserving of being slapped.
He turned his helm, disgusted at the sight of his second looking so damn victorious before he'd even begun to submit. The seeker leant in, copper scented breath ghosting his cheek.
"My pleasure."
Megatron could fragging well bet it would be.
"Don't look so sour, Megatron." Starscream told him cheerfully, his slight servos ran down the back of his neck, lightly stroking all of the most delicate cables. Megatron shuddered, heat hyper-sensitising every inch of his frame. "We have the entire night to play. Maybe even longer-"
"You'll be lucky to survive five minutes of this at the rate you're irritating me!" Megatron snarled, frustration not entirely Starscream's fault. His panel throbbed, aching to be touched. "Do I look like I have the patience for your-"
Starscream kissed him, and Megatron didn't even care that it had interrupted the beginnings of a rant.
His second tasted sweet and moved with confidence, and that should have annoyed Megatron; that the cocky seeker was smirking against his mouth, nipping at him, slipping his glossa past his lips, like the temporary change in his leader's cyberology was enough of a reason to assert unfounded dominance.
Would have served the seeker right to put him back in his place.
But if Megatron did that then they'd have to stop kissing. He settled on grumbling resentfully instead, curses muffled by the seeker's soft mouth.
His compliance was rewarded. Starscream's claws slipped down his back, scratching and nicking at his armour.
"Lay down."
Megatron fell back gracelessly, frame thumping against the berth covers with a muffled thud, damp thighs falling open in a strutless sprawl.
Starscream's optics glinted. "That desperate, huh?"
A lesser mech would have snapped long before Starscream had even fought his way into the room. Megatron felt no shame in ensnaring the smirking brat around the throat and yanking him down with him, dragging him into his lap.
The seeker fell against him with a yelp and Megatron pinned him to his hips, thrusting up until his panel finally, finally received some stimulation. But it wasn't right. Wasn't what he needed. His jaw clenched to subdue his snarl of near desperation.
He was slapped away quickly enough, Starscream shifting across his lap. The warm weight of him, the smoothness of his armour, the sight of fluttering wings, ignited a pool of fire between his thighs. It was enough to set Megatron's optics spinning in his helm. He groaned, hips bucking even as the seeker withdrew.
Starscream must have liked that.
He found himself being manhandled. One leg was pushed to bend, the other lifted and slung over a shoulder and wing. He looked down just in time to meet the seeker's gaze between his own knees.
Starscream winked -blue digits smearing the lubricant streaking his thigh-armour- before he dropped down, lips parting-
Megatron's panel shot open so fast he was sure the latches had snapped. Humid warmth. Slick pressure. Megatron's optics flickered. He caught Starscream's helm and held it tight, urged him on, rocked himself into it.
And to think after all these vorns he'd only just found an adequate use for that treacherous glossa.
Heat running rampant through his frame, it didn't take much. The knot of senseless desire in his tanks grew when Starscream delved forward, glossa plunged as deep as it could reach, brushing sensors in just the right spot.
He bucked against Starscream, relief drowning him, like he'd been thrown in a smelter and every part of himself was being liquified in the most exquisite way imaginable. Fluid gushed from his valve, soaking the berth beneath his aft. Starscream scrambled to lap it up with a wet sounding slurp, and Megatron almost overloaded all over again.
His legs fell to the berth as Starscream extracted himself with a gulp of air and satisfied sounding sigh. He sat back on his heels to peer down at his handiwork proudly.
"That's how real mech go down," Starscream purred, wiping his mouth on the back of his servo. "Take note."
Megatron huffed, annoyed at his Second's self-satisfied boasting and was tempted to kick him off the berth- if it weren't for the mounting ache building at his core once again. He shifted in discomfort, brow furrowing.
His array stirred, and apprehension gripped him as he realised it hadn't worked. The heat was cycling up again, throwing his frame back into discord, and just moments after an overload. Starscream was looking down at him, not at all surprised.
He'd been tricked.
He pushed up onto his forearms, ready to throttle the sneaking piece of-
One clawed digit began to circle the rim of his valve and he gasped, resisting a squirm as the tip dipped between the mesh folds teasingly.
"Ready for some real fun?" Starscream threatened, palming at his codpiece promisingly.
Megatron's valve twitched at the thought of what lay beneath that cherry red armour, callipers clenching down on unsatisfying emptiness.
"You're not spiking me!" He hissed through gritted denta, even though there was nothing he wanted more than to be stretched, filled, pinned down...
"Alright," The seeker's smile didn't falter. His digit was still lazily stroking the inner mesh of Megatron's valve. "I'll go-
Megatron's spark skipped a beat, don't leave me like this don't leave me, but it was probably the damned heat addling his processor.
-you just tell me who you want instead."
Megatron wondered what he looked like. Spread across his berth, staring at the ceiling, vents huffing, face burning, servos clawed in insulation covers, coolant glistening across his armour, valve bared and swollen.
His vocaliser stalled, shame crippling him.
"Soundwave?" Starscream suggested, because he knew he wasn't being swapped out for a better alternative, "He's loyal. Shockwave too."
"Fine," he stopped the seeker, swallowing thickly. "But make it quick-"
"Quick?" Starscream snorted, disapproving, "I have a reputation to keep-"
"And if you want to keep your slagging wings I suggest you forget about humiliating me with more pointless foreplay and start overloading me!" Megatron's patience had long reached breaking point, and Starscream was going to be lucky if he got to keep any of his favourite anatomy once this cursed need finally left his system. "Do it. Now!"
"My talents are wasted on you," Starscream grumbled, but unlatched his codpiece anyway. Megatron caught a glimpse of a crimson spike pressurising before dropping his helm back to the berth, unable to watch. "Might as well have called for a Stunticon if all you wanted was a rough frag."
A Stunticon would have gotten the hint to shut up by now.
Something poked him in the thigh, and Megatron flinched, cringing as what was undoubtably Starscream's pretty little spike left a wet trail across his armour, rapidly cooling. At a tiny stretch the finger in his valve was joined by another. They curled, twisted, scissored-
"I said no foreplay!" Megatron barked, moments from losing control and just riding the seeker's servo into overload.
"You're too tight, you idiot!" Starscream bit back, and shoved his fingers deeper out of spite. Megatron's vision frizzed. "I'm surprised I haven't found cobwebs up here..."
Megatron didn't dignity that with a response. Partly because he had no decent defence - hadn't been spiked since long before the war, before the gladiatorial pits too- but mostly because Starscream chose that moment to start rocking his fingers into him.
Warmth pooled beneath his tanks and he stiffened a moan, optics shuttering.
The fingers withdrew with a slick noise. Megatron grunted, hips lifting off the berth, chasing the sensation, before being pinned again by the seeker's weight. He unshuttered his optics to see that dark smirking face inches from his own.
"Ready?"
Starscream's spike was a warm weight against his lower abdomen. He could feel the pulse of it's charge through his armour. He felt... larger than he would have expected.
He stuffed that ridiculously virginal worry back into whatever corner of his muddled processor it had surfaced from. He was Megatron, and Starscream couldn't hurt him if he tried.
"Stop preening and get on with it."
Unbothered, Starscream dropped a quick kiss to his lips, surprising the scowl off his face as the seeker found a place between his legs. Starscream took his spike in servo to line himself up. Megatron felt him rub it's damp tip against the outer folds of his valve, still teasing, still testing his temper.
"Starscream," he began to warn, "Yo-oof!"
Megatron felt his joints seize at the sudden penetration, cutting him off mid-threat. The tip of Starscream's spike sunk into his valve, stretching, wider in girth than just two fingers. He was wet, but tense, and struggled to hide his discomfort.
"Breathe," Starscream instructed, leaning over him, his vents puffing against Megatron's armour. His hips had stilled, twitching spike only half buried inside him. "Primus, you're tight-"
He slipped in further, brushing up against deeper sensors Megatron had forgotten he'd even had. His callipers flexed and latched onto the intrusion.
"Yes, good," he heard Starscream sigh, shuddering, and with a little shift-
Megatron groaned, the seeker's hips meeting his thighs with a little tap. He felt full, strained; the spike far larger inside him than he had expected. Primus-forbid the seeker know that though. His ego would be difficult enough after this.
Fully seated now, Starscream rolled his hips.
And by Cybertron, it felt amazing.
Starscream started to move, firm and fast, spike stabbing at the nodes in the very deepest parts of his valve, knocking what was left of composure from his processor. His mouth dropped open, moans slipping free without resistance.
He reached up and grabbed the two wings above him, gripping them tight, digits pressing dents into the thin metal. Starscream hissed, but let himself be pulled in, dropping to his servos on either side of Megatron's arms, leaning down.
Their movements faltered as Starscream's nose nudged at his cheek, parted lips searching for a kiss.
"Just-!" Megatron gasped, jaw clenched. He turned his helm away, "Just frag me, idiot!"
"Spoilsport..." The seeker's mouth dropped to his neck instead, denta sinking into his mainline, biting him.
He grimaced at the sting, frame tensing, but Starscream's spike found just the right angle. His building charge ballooned into a overload. He bucked, rocking his hips up into the seeker's, shouting in surprise at it's suddenness. Lubricant gushed once again, staining Starscream's cherry red armour.
"Good," Starscream's breathed beside his audial, "Doing so good-"
The patronising praise might have earned Starscream a punch to the face under usual circumstances. Today, overheated, disorientated and desperate, Megatron clung to the seeker harder, back arching up into him, asking for more, more-
"-more!"
Starscream was only too happy to comply. Scowling in concentration he braced a servo against the berth's headboard, frame stretched and taunt, hips pistoning, thrusts hard enough to scoot his leader inches up the berth.
"Starscream!" Megatron yelped, aft lifting off the berthtop as his Second bore down on him. Charge was gathering in his abdomen, threatening to spill over and send him into another overload. He hooked a leg over the seeker's hip, yanked him crushingly close, held him deep.
Starscream clumsily reached for Megatron's other leg, lifting it to join the other, wrapping his leader around himself, before grinding into him, purring.
It was more than enough to send Megatron crashing into another overload, this one drawn out in throbbing pulses that rocked him to his core, ignited sparks behind his optics, had him melting into his berth.
Distantly he heard Starscream's breath hitch, felt the frame pinning him from above tremble. He was treated to one last thrust before a different sort of warmth began filling him, Starscream's spike twitching as it spilled inside him. It would be Pit to clean out later, but he was too exhausted to care what liberties his Second took with his frame now.
After a rather satisfied sounding moan, Starscream fell against him with heavy clunk. Megatron grunted, letting his legs slip off the seeker's waist, and with what must have been great effort, Starscream shifted, pulling out.
Megatron felt empty and used and wet, but there was a lingering euphoria to the experience. A rare lightness to his mood. His gears were loosened, processor clearer, not to mention the distinct lack of cramping internals...
It may have been the overload talking, but perhaps Starscream did have his uses.
A dark helm rose from his chest. "Feel better?"
"No," Megatron exhaled deeply, lifting a servo to Starscream's narrow back, "Don't expect a thank you."
Starscream's mouth dropped to his chestplates and pressed a chaste kiss to the insignia marking it. "A reward then?"
"Don't push it," he grunted, but let Starscream wriggle up his frame anyway. He schooled his features as a smirking face drew level with his own. "What?"
"Kiss me."
"No."
The pout that appeared across his second's face would have been the envy of all bad tempered sparklings in the known galaxy.
"I sent you over three times and you can't bring yourself to give me one more kiss?"
Megatron's post-high was rapidly disintegrating. He unceremoniously shoved the seeker away, knocking the jet off his chest and into the berth besides him. As prickly and abrasive as Starscream could be, he was a stage four clinger when it came to intimate cuddling, and Megatron rarely had the patience for that.
Not to mention the longer Starscream stayed, for longer this was drawn out. One romp -no matter the quality- only sated a heat cycle for so long, and seeker's were rather virile.
"Out." He ordered.
Starscream pressed against his side, wrapping himself around his forearm. And Megatron had never thought the seeker's sneering visage was capable of pulling off the kicked turbo-puppy look. He'd certainly never thought it capable of working.
He pointed, "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" Starscream was definitely hiding a smirk now. His arms had somehow looped around his neck and were pulling him in.
Megatron felt his resolve deteriorate further as Starscream's white wings fluttered pleasantly. "You're lucky you're so attractive..."
"No, you're lucky," Starscream's lips brushed his before closing in, pressing a short but mesmerising kiss to his mouth, "...Lucky you happen to be my type."
"Powerful?" Megatron guessed.
Starscream huffed in amusement, "Easily manipulated." He said, and kissed him before he could protest.
It was deep and slow, coaxing. Megatron felt himself slip into it easily, even as he felt servos on his shoulders pushing him back into the berth, hips falling between his, a fully pressurised spike bumping his thigh.
At least there was one small concession -Megatron thought as Starscream nudged himself back inside- heat cycles (like viruses actually) were transmittable. Starscream was so young and susceptive. He wouldn't stand a chance.
Starscream could have him tonight; because he was going to be having a whole lot of Starscream next week.