Continuity: G1. ( First chapter is based on the episode 'countdown to extinction' )

Pairing: Megatron/Starscream.

Warnings (for now): Slash, graphic sticky and Mpreg ( Creation through residual spark energy. No gestation chamber pregnancy )

About him.

Chapter One.

The orn was nearing its end. Starscream, Air commander and second-in-command of the Decepticon army, was going back to his personal quarters after another long and boring day.

Wings and chin held high, he walked through the halls leading to his private room, barely glancing at those he passed by, or only acknowledging them with unhidden disdain and, occasionally, a sneer. No one commented on his attitude, they were either too tired to do so, didn't dare to, or simply didn't care anymore.

For all they despised him, the decepticons were still very much aware that Starscream was a dangerous mech, more so at times like these, when he radiated annoyance and wanted nothing but to be let in peace.

Megatron hadn't made the ill-tempered seeker his second-in-command for nothing. Many had learned not to mock the Lieutenant, or even contradict him. Starscream had taught them the hard way, because also in power he was second to Megatron, and whoever felt like testing this fact was presented with the hard truth and the sharp bite of a null-ray.

In the hall leading to his own deck, Starscream was momentarily stopped by Skywarp, who couldn't wait to tell him about his last prank. But the Air commander, who was in an exceptionally bad mood that day, shoved his wing mate aside without a word.

Like everyone aboard the Victory, Skywarp knew when to quit when dealing with a moody Starscream. Disappointed, he disappeared in a cloud of purple energy, leaving his relieved Air commander alone.

Releasing a tired sigh, Starscream keyed the code to his door. It opened with a soft hiss and, once it had slid shut behind him, the seeker dropped his mask of arrogance and allowed worry to creep back over his face plates.

He was ill, had been so for weeks already.

It had started with a light, fluttery, feeling, nothing that could have worried him. But with time passing and the unease increasing, Starscream decided it would be best to check himself for what was probably a virus, one that was more resilient than any other he'd had before.

It was almost routine for him to get rid of his own glitches. The process was simple enough for his superior intellect.

Like always whenever he needed a particular tool, he had sneaked in into Hook's medbay to steal a Virus scanner. In the confine of his quarters, he had run the scan all over his frame and the diagnosis had surprisingly come as negative.

There could be only explanation, he had deduced then, whatever he had was worse than a virus.

He decided to try another test.

Feeling safe in the intimacy of his quarters, the seeker laid down on his berth comfortably, angling his wings so they would rest against the hard surface without strain. From his subspace, he pulled out the fairly large shard of mirror he had stolen from the public washracks and activated the protocol for his cockpit to open and his inner shields to shift aside.

The small air displacement in his room brushed lightly across his bared spark and made him shiver. But this was nothing he could have called pleasurable, really. He felt increasingly nervous about what he could find there. He had a suspicion and he dreaded for this test to confirm it.

The seeker willed his nervousness away and placed the mirror at an angle under the opening so he could observe his spark without stressing the cables in his neck.

The light from the golden-blue orb reflected on the polished surface, lightening up Starscream's shocked face as he discovered the reason of his illness. He stared, mouth agape.

Not accepting what he saw as the reality, he looked up and rebooted his optic sensors a few times before looking down again. No, he hadn't imagined it: there was a little spark gravitating around his own. His hands trembled as he slowly put the mirror aside and shifted his shields back into a closed position.

He did the only thing he could possibly do: He panicked.

If Megatron-or any other Decepticon- discovered he was with spark...Well, he couldn't really imagine the consequences since it had never happened to any of their soldiers before...but there was be lot of possibilities he could think of, none of which he liked the prospect.

He couldn't let this happen.

He couldn't let anyone discover his secret!

For a moment, he thought about destroying it, this new spark growing inside of him. There was no place for sparkling in this war.

With rage, he let his shields part again, ready and willing to terminate the little spark. He almost did it too, but when the nuzzle of his null ray stood against his own spark, he found his lost mind back and realized how stupid he had been.

He wasn't ready to offline himself along with it.

Powering down his weapon, he reached for the little spark with bare hands and closed two fingers and his thumb around the small orb. Crushing it would hurt him as well, quite a lot too, and it would most probably leave a nasty scar. But at least it wouldn't kill him.

Starscream pushed his fingers inward, testing the pressure it would require to smother the little ball of energy. But as he added just a little more pressure, the sparklet started trembling between his fingers, its pain and fear seeping through into the seeker's own spark. He stopped, finding himself suddenly unable to continue.

He lot go of the miniature spark and sent the command for his shields and cockpit to shift and snap shut. With a deep, defeated sigh, he stood up and started pacing in his room.

And that would be the very first time he found himself unable to kill something, just as it would be the first time he experienced the strange feeling of possessiveness over a living thing.

This is mine. He thought, decision made, why should I have to give it away?

And since Megatron couldn't find out about his secret, then the warlord would have to to die. And since he could trust no one among the Decepticons, then, they will all have to die! This was the only solution he had to make sure no one would ever mess up with his sparkling.

The opportunity arose a few megacycles later, when Migatron hired that foolish Doctor Archeville...

oOo

Little hands pawned at his control panel as he rocketed toward Cybertron as fast as his systems allowed.

"Starscream, please hear me out!" His unwilling passenger screamed in distress. "The destruction of my world is unthinkable!"

Would that pathetic human stop squirming already? It felt uncomfortably ticklish. "Compassion, Doctor Archeville?" The seeker snickered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "from you?"

That man was an hypocrite, like the whole lot of them. Oh the good doctor couldn't bear the destruction of his world? Poor thing! Turning humans into mindless slaves hadn't been a problem to him, though. He was a monster, they were all hypocrite monsters! The fleshling who was currently seated in his cockpit knew no compassion. He was an opportunist, a low dirty opportunist. And so was Starscream.

"I will rule the universe, even if I have to be the only one left in the universe!"

But he didn't mean a word of this declaration. Some times ago, he would have rejoiced at the thought he'd soon conquer his home planet. He would have been thrilled and happy to become the new leader at last, and to receive a fabulous new title, 'Lord Starscream, tyrant of the firmament'.

But the ambitious seeker declared himself such to the void of space with bitter irony and only little conviction.

He'd found out, with no small amount of annoyance, that he couldn't care less about glory. The situation had changed, he had changed. Everything had changed, for the worse. The sparklet growing inside of him had created new protocols, protective ones. those hadn't quite chocked his ambitions, but it had effectively re-set his priorities.

The little one was feeding on his energy, leaving the seeker tired but restless. Starscream couldn't wait for this trip to be over, his problems to be solved and his secret to be safe.

Hopefully, Megatron hadn't more than two Earth hours left to function, and then everything would be far easier for Starscream and his future charge.

Doctor Archeville was a disgusting piece of scum, but he had nice little toys in his playpen, and Starscream had found one he liked a lot. The human scientist called it an exponential generator and as soon as he had seen that beauty, Starscream had found the perfect use for it. He had cleverly fitted the thing with a detonator and a timer, knowing that the resulting explosion would be strong enough to disintegrate the whole planet.

In a fraction of nanosecond, he'd be rid of those stupid humans, that almost-immortal malfunction who called himself a leader, and his former comrades Decepticons.

Chuckling to himself as he imagined it, Starscream finally landed on Cybertronian grounds. He transformed and led his human prisoner inside, hoping Shockwave would buy his lies and not give him too much trouble.

oOo

"Excuse the crude work of my medicroïds. You're not pretty, but you are functional." Starscream rubbed his hands together and cast a smirk at the patched-up doctor. He was horrible, though not more than he had been before the operation.

"You turned me into a metal freak!" Archeville whined, and the Decepticon second-in-command wondered why he had wasted his time on that wretch. He should have let him die and rot for all he was worth. He wasn't even certain the human would survive. After all, this was Cybertron! There was nothing here that a human could use as sustenance.

"You have been heavily damaged by the sentry monitor," he reminded him anyway. " be grateful you exist at all."

Starscream stroked his chest absently. The newspark was growing, he could feel it push against his own spark. He didn't know how much time he still had before it would need to be removed from his chassis and placed into a protoform.

Hopefully, he still had a few megacycles left before that happened, and there was enough material here on Cybertron. He would certainly find something he could use for the spark-spliting operation. Shockwave would help, he had no doubt about it, and for a good reason.

The newspark was a certain Decepticon leader's heir.

Oh Megatron hadn't forced him, no. For all he was a stupid brute, the ex-gladiator still considered rape as a crude and disgusting act that befitted only cowards.

It had just been one of these wild nights you regretted upon waking up the next day.

The memory was clear enough in Starscream's mind. It was three megacycles ago, back when the Decepticons had piled up enough energon to throw a party. It was a great party too, the first after a long time. There had been good music, fresh energon and even high grade. The moral was high and everybody got over-energized within the first groon of it, including Starscream.

( Flashback)

The party had been going on for a few groons already. Starscream looked around for company – a few cubes of high grade generally made him more sociable - but Skywarp and Thundercracker were nowhere to be seen.

He shrugged and sipped more of his drink while scanning the crowd to see if there wasn't a game he could join in. He was usually quite good at Holocards ( except for Poker, he was awful at that game for some reason).

"Enjoying yourself, Starscream" A heavy black hand came to rest on top of his shoulder vent. It was none other than Megatron's.

"Certainly," the seeker replied casually. Without looking at his leader, he continued watching the Decepticons around them.

"Tell me Starscream," Megatron leaned toward him, grinning with dark malice. "Do you still doubt my competences after today?" The warlord's optics were dim. His breath, heavy with high grade, was too close to his second-in-command's nasal sensor for said second's liking.

"You speak as if you had already won this war, Megatron. It was just a raid and we've been lucky."

Starscream would never praise their leader, even if he'd won the war...if this war ever happened to end that is. It had lasted so long already, no one was hoping anymore.

"You always have to defy me, don't you Starscream?" But that was no real question, of course.

"Wouldn't you? If I were you and you were me?" The seeker taunted, a smirk pulling at his dark gray lips.

"I would have overthrown you on the very first day of your reign," Megatron stated matter-of-facty. They were impossibly close now and the seeker could feel how warm Megatron's plating was next to his. Oh he could see where this could possibly be going, but he wisely decided to ignore it for the time being.

"Do you think you'd have succeeded in such? When I would have had an army of loyal followers to back me up?" He smiled back at his leader and uncrossed his arms, growing bolder.

Megatron swung his empty cube somewhere behind him an grabbed two full ones, one for Starscream and one for himself. "They would turn treacherous at the mere sight of me," he said, giving starscream his cube. "Just like you."

"I'll have you know that it is your incompetence that turned me treacherous, not your good looks." Starscream took the offered cube but Megatron held it back firmly.

"I have this very good high grade in my private quarters," the warlord whispered suggestively. "Let's continue this conversation there if you are willing to get a taste of it."

The seeker caught the hint immediately. Megatron having good high grade in his private quarters was not impossible, but it was obvious it wasn't all he was inviting Starscream to taste.

It had been a long time since he last had some fun...It was such a pity his wing mates had become so committed with each other that they had stopped having threesomes with him.

But to go and frag Megatron of all mech?

The gunformer was an outdated fool and a failure of a leader. But he wasn't exactly ugly, and if his bare-hand fighting skills were anything to go by, he seemed promising as an interface partner.

That was the high grade thinking for him, for the most part at least. There was no doubting the fact they'd go back to hate each other the next orn.

"How good is that high grade of yours exactly?" He asked, not a refusal, yet not an agreement.

"Very good," Megatron rumbled low in Starscream's audio. "It is the kind of high grade that makes your circuits burn but leave your tongue sweet and your desire for heavenly taste and superior quality fulfilled."

He almost laughed at the way his leader put it, so prosperously, but he accepted the invitation nonetheless.

And hell if that high grade tasted good! Yet, and in a matter of kliks, it was left alone on the desk, forgotten by the leader and his second.

Starscream licked his own lips, enjoying his energon to the last drop. Megatron placed the canister aside, picked the empty cube away from his hand and leaned toward him. The seeker smiled at him hauntingly and leaned in too, allowing the kiss to happen. When Megatron's tongue prodded at his still closed lips, he resisted just a bit longer than he would have himself wanted before opening his mouth, welcoming the slick appendage in.

Not a moment was he submissive through all that happened next. They fought for dominance as they kissed, they fought for positions when they eventually moved this to the berthroom. Starscream wouldn't let himself be seduced without a fight and his leader was all the more turned on by that defiant attitude.

Megatron was the strongest of the pair, but Starscream was the fastest and most flexible one, he slipped out of the warlord clutches easily enough and teased him about it.

"If you want me that way, Megatron..." He purred from his position, pinned against the wall by strong hands, "You will have to do better than that." and, once again, he squirmed free of his 'cage'. Megatron growled, more aroused than annoyed, and went after him.

The game lasted until the players grew too horny to keep it up. Starscream wanted to be caught and eventually allowed his leader to do just that.

As if sensing his surrender, Megatron sat on the berth, clasped his hand behind the seeker's knees and pulled toward him until Starscream found himself on his leader's lap, straddling his thighs.

"Oh...so you want me to do all the work , Megatron?" The seeker purred, grinning. He affirmed his position and squeezed the warlord's hips between his thighs.

"I let you take over, I thought you'd enjoy that," the gunformer replied, sardonic.

"I'd rather have your other job,"Starscream retorted. "but this will do for now".

Wanting to have the last word in this, he pushed Megatron down on the berth and muttered whatever the gunmech had wanted to say with a deep, passionate and invasive kiss. The ex-gladiator plating was scorching hot under his touch and he was growling low in desire under his Second's attentions.

It was clear that none of them wanted to wait any longer.

Starscream arched his back in a graceful bow and lifted his hips to allow their covers to shift aside.

Then, with a practiced movement of pelvis, he lowered himself down on Megatron.

He went down slowly so they could both feel every inch of the warlord's generous spike slide in the second-in-command's exquisite valve. They gasped in pleasure as the delightful sensations spread in waves from their interface equipment and into their whole body.

"Oh yessss," they both rasped in bliss. Megatron's hands clamped on red hips and he let himself enjoy the moment as the handsome mech above him started to move up and down, painfully and teasingly slow.

Soon enough, they both wanted more, faster, harder. Starscream was only happy to please, he started moving in earnest, pistoning his hips up and down above Megatron's much like a pile-driver would.

Ah! Rumble would have been jealous...

They groaned and moaned in concert, Megatron thrusting his hips up to meet each of Starscream's rapid and strong movements. Their overload was approaching fast and it should have been enough to satisfy them both. It was damn fragging good as it was. But the warlord had to show how greedy he was and how he could never have enough.

He parted his chest plates, coaxed Starscream to open up ( it didn't take much, really) then pulled him flush against his torso. The spark merge intensified the pleasure of their interface and they were soon screaming their overloads to the soundproofed walls of Megatron's quarters.

( End flashback)

The merge had only been a partial one, but it had been sufficient to spark Strascream up. Even if he was as guilty as Megatron in this, he solely and deeply resented the Decepticon leader for it. His mind hadn't been clear enough to refuse the merge and Megatron shouldn't have done it anyway.

His firewalls should have prevented it, Megatron's firewalls should have prevented it!

But it was too late; It was done. And although the sparkling got to live, its sire-creator had to die!

Megatron had to be destroyed!

"The time is up! Why has there been no explosion?" He wondered out loud. He thought this over. The timer he had fitted the exponential generator with...If there had been no explosion yet, then it meant it was malfunctioning.

" A malfunction in the timer! That must be it!" He turned toward the human scientist: " You will go back to Earth and check it!"

"And how do you propose I do that?" Archeville protested. "On my roller skate?"

Starscream looked down in defeat and grabbed his head. Why does Primus hate me so? He wondered.

"You are forgetting, Starscream," Archeville continued. "You are the only one who knows how the timing device works! You are the one who must return to Earth."

Smile, pathetic human, Starscream seethed in silence. rejoice and feast on my misery, it is all you'll have to feed on, here!

And if he felt so bitter, it was because he knew that the stupid human was right.

Angst constricted his intakes and he could already feel panic threatening to take over his meta. No, no! He berated himself, knowing that he needed to remain cool and think fast in order to find a solution.

He still had a chance! If he went back to Earth and managed to fix the timer before the Decepticons or the Autobots found it, he could still succeed in destroying the Earth, along with Megatron, his mindless followers and those stupid Autobots.

Yes, he would go and do it. He stood up abruptly and ran out as fast as if Unicron was on his tail. He took flight, transforming mid-jump, calculated his course and headed straight for Archeville's lab position on the globe.

Pushing all the energy he could derive to his thrusters, he tried to keep the dark thoughts at bay. Go there, he ordered himself, fix that slagging thing, come back to Cybertron as fast as you can, then sit and watch all your problems solve themselves.

But he didn't know that this race had ended and that he had already lost it. It was only when he reached the Earth's outer atmosphere that he noticed the little ball of light coming his way. Starscream didn't even had the time to realize how dire his situation was. The ball of light exploded not far away from him, throwing him off course.

As he stumbled about and plummeted toward the hard ground uncontrollably, all he could think of was to preserve the little spark he carried. That realization shocked him so much he wondered, not for the first time, if he had made the right decision the day he chose to keep the sparkling.

He had no idea how much it would influence him then.

The fall didn't last long, but the landing was hard. Parts of his armor twisted and jammed at an angle and the intense pain it caused overwhelmed his perception.

Starscream remained where he had fallen, in all fours and trembling in agony. He couldn't stand yet, he needed to get rid of the dizziness and wait for the pain to quiet down enough for him to dare move at all.

The little spark close to his own trembled in fear and pain, and he could almost hear its cries of anguish, but he didn't know how to reassure it. He had no idea how he could reach toward it, no matter how much he wanted to soothe its distress and make it understand that they would both be okay.

" Welcome home, noble voyager!"

A whine of despair escaped the wounded seeker's throat as Megatron spoke. His falsely amused voice, so close and dangerous, promised unspeakable things, all far worse than mere agony.

To be continued.

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Note: The title was inspired by the song "About her" by Malcolm Maclaren. ( Kill Bill soundtrack)

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