Hi! I know I said there would be only two chapters for this story, but I didn't expect it to be that long!
I cut the last chapter into parts. The story flows better like that.
Continuity: G1
Warning for this chapter: Megatron wants to see the world burn, a few kisses, some foreplay, nothing too graphic.
Pairings ( for the whole story): Megatron/Starscream, Soundwave/Megatron, Ratchet/Starscream, Optimus/Starscream, Skyfire/Starscream.
A big thank to the wonderful person who proposed to beta this chapter, 'Accidentalzombi'
Part 2: The unwanted visitor
The next morning, the sky over the Ark was as bright as the day Starscream had arrived.
The sun was about to rise; already its light filtered above the horizon, setting the sky on fire. Optimus Prime stood just outside of the Ark and contemplated the sight, basking in its beauty. He liked to watch the sun rise, especially during early spring days. The light always seemed so much more intense then, as intense as the hope in the Autobot leader's spark.
He sighed almost contently, but the sound held a hint of longing. A few clouds, long and thin like a silk veil, stretched out in the expense of blue purity. The rising sun gave them a pretty red color; they made the Prime think about the latest addition to their base.
Starscream. So much potential for peace in so beautiful a mech.
'It really isn't my fault', Optimus reassured himself. If he ended up falling in love, who could blame him?
The seeker had given a new energy to his hope. The Autobot now felt allowed to dream again, to dream about a better future, one that was close at hand. He could almost see it marked on his calendar - the day the war would end, thanks to their new-found advantage.
He didn't dare hope anything for himself, since the very thought seemed too selfish. Yet the memory of Starscream's hand in his was one that he would cherish for a long time.
'Perhaps', he told himself, 'I would be happy enough if Starscream was happy. No matter whose arms he chose to recharge in or whose face plate he liked to kiss'.
If Optimus was to be honest, he'd have to admit that he wanted to be the mech Starscream chose to do these things with. Perhaps then Optimus Prime could forget the pain of his separation with Elita One. He was almost certain Starscream could do that for him, could bring the happiness back in his broken spark.
"Optimus!" Someone shouted from behind him, effectively pulling the Autobot leader out of his reveries. He turned around and frowned as a distressed-looking Red Alert ran his way.
"I've been looking for you for breems!" he protested, pulling at Optimus' arm. "You need to come to the command center!"
"What is it Red Alert?" Prime followed nonetheless; if it affected his security officer so, it was probably an emergency.
"It's Megatron! He wants to talk to you, now! He threatened me with all sort of things if I didn't pass the call," Red Alert explained, his hold still tight on the truckformer's arm.
Optimus sighed deeply in annoyance. Would Megatron ever quit?
He couldn't care less about his enemy's empty threats as he knew he had the advantage. Starscream had given him precious information that he would use very soon. With minimal damage and a little dose of luck, it was just a matter of orns before the tyrant fell and his Decepticons surrendered. Inwardly, Optimus chuckled.
"Don't worry, Red," Optimus reassured his mech. "Megatron's threats bear no value. He can't risk attacking the base where we have a tactical advantage, thanks to our defense system. You should know that, you yourself saw to the guns' construction and placement."
"I know..." Red Alert mumbled, not wanting to admit how much Megatron could scare him at times like this. The warlord was, for lack of a better term, extremely angry that morning.
When the two Autobots entered the command center, Teletraan One's screen was indeed displaying the image of a seething gunformer.
"It's about time, Prime!" he growled.
"Greetings to you too, Megatron." Optimus stood in front of the screen, his arms crossed on his chest. He held himself straight to give an image of self-confidence. "What do you want?"
"You know very well what I want!" Megatron spat. "My Second-in-command. I know you are keeping him."
"Now why would I do that, Megatron?" Optimus asked, amused by his enemy's rage. These kinds of violent emotions were always proof of weakness. All the negative feelings in the world, such as anger and greed, existed only for the purpose of hiding one true feeling: frustration.
"I can think of many reasons," the Decepticon leader snarled, "but I don't want to hear them. You will give Starscream back or I'll set the first populated city on fire!"
"Leave the humans out of this, Megatron!" Optimus warned. "Attacking innocent beings is nothing but proof of your cowardice!"
"If only the smell of burnt flesh can make you change your mind, so be it!" Megatron proclaimed. "But perhaps we won't have to resort to that. Let Starscream go and I'll let the humans live their useless lives in peace."
"There's just a small problem with that plan," Prime informed him. "Starscream is not here!"
On the screen, Megatron's optics flashed molten lava. "You lie! We have found his traces and they lead straight to your base."
It was a bluff, Optimus deduced. There was no way the Decepticons could have tracked Starscream's signature back to the Ark. He had been transported there by the air - no ground traces could be found.
"How could that be, since he's not here?" Optimus stood his ground, his countenance unwavering.
Megatron, obviously, wasn't impressed. "My offer still stands, Prime. Give him back or thousands of humans will perish by your own fault."
"How do you suppose I can give him back, Megatron?" Optimus Prime retorted. He frowned and made a show of being thoroughly annoyed. "We. Do. Not. Have. Him!" he repeated, his voice raising. He punctuated every word with a sharp gesture of his hand.
Megatron's frown seemed to intensify even more. "If you have terminated him, Prime, I swear I'll set this entire world on fire."
The Decepticon leader growled dangerously, but Optimus thought he heard a hint of worry in the warlord's tone.
'Impossible', he reminded himself. Megatron only wanted his pawn back to use and abuse.
He decided to try another approach. "We had him," Optimus Prime admitted, "but he escaped on the very first night of his captivity."
Megatron looked confused for a brief moment, but his expression eventually turned suspicious.
"Let's pretend for a moment that I believe you..." he started. "Was Starscream damaged then?"
"He was damaged when we found him, but we repaired him. He escaped our vigilance and we have absolutely no idea where he could be as we speak. We honestly thought he would have rejoined you by now." He let that sink in before continuing. "Perhaps you should ponder the possibility that he may not want to go back to you, Megatron," Prime finished calmly.
There was a loud noise from Megatron's side, from somewhere off screen. The warlord muttered something Optimus couldn't quite catch.
"Are you alright, Megatron?" Optimus couldn't help himself.
"Shut up, Prime! I have all the reasons not to believe you." Megatron calmed down, somewhat, but Optimus could still see his obvious distress. "But I'll present you with a new alternative."
"I'm all audios." Optimus shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"You will let me in your base so I can attest of my lieutenant's absence and see for myself whether you lied to me or not." A light grin appeared on the warlord's face plates.
Optimus raised a brow ridge. "Do you really expect me to accept?"
"But you don't have a choice, Optimus!" Megatron informed him. His tone had gained confidence and his light grin morphed into a broad one. "You will let me in. If you don't, I will conclude that you are indeed keeping Starscream captive and I shall follow up on my threat. Devastation by fire makes for a most beautiful picture. Don't you think so, Prime?"
A long silence followed the Decepticon's not quite question, during which both faction leaders stared at each other. Megatron wore a confident grin while Optimus, a thoughtful frown.
"When you come," Optimus spoke eventually, "come unarmed."
"See how compliant you can be when given the right incentive?" Megatron mocked him. Then, just like that, the communication ended.
Optimus Prime sighed deeply, his optics downcast in frustration. It was ironic, seeing how he had enjoyed the same emotion on his enemy's face moments earlier. Sometimes fate had twisted ways to remind you that nothing was easy in this world. Or in any other, for that matter. He rubbed his hands over his face, thinking fast.
OOo
This early in the morning, Wheeljack hadn't expected so much company. The lab looked suddenly too small for all the mechs currently working in it.
'It's a wonder how they can all feel comfortable working in so cramped a space', Wheeljack thought.
He personally did not appreciate the fact that he only had a small table at his disposal to adjust the settings of his latest invention on. Aside from the engineer's muttered curses, no one else appeared to complain about the current conditions.
Perceptor was studying some kind of rock he had found on patrol the previous day. Skyfire was still busy with his organic specimens and, in the corner further from Wheeljack's spot, Starscream was doing something the engineer couldn't see.
Curious, and too distracted by the activity of the place to continue with his own work, he stood up and walked to where Starscream was.
"What are you doing?" he asked the seeker, while trying to see past the expense of his wing.
Starscream twisted around a little to let him see. "I am building scramblers," he said, indulging the other scientist's curiosity.
Intrigued, Wheeljack inquired, "What for?"
"I can't stand being locked in one place for long," the seeker explained. "I need to stretch my wings from time to time or my joints will become stiff out of disuse. With this energy signature and electromagnetic waves scrambler," he lifted the device so the other could see it better, "I'll be able to fly around as much as I want. Nothing will detect me, not even radars."
"Oh!" Wheeljack leaned slightly closer, always interested when it came to devices of any kind. "But why are you building three of them?" he asked, eyeing the other, already completed, egg-like shells.
"One for me, one spare and one for Skyfire." The mech whose name had just been mentioned turned around at that.
"You are making a scrambler for me?" Skyfire asked. The large Autobot looked genuinely surprised, flattered even.
"Of course!" Starscream exclaimed, turning to look directly at the shuttle. "If we fly together and they detect you, then they will detect me as well. Better to take no risk and scramble both our signals. I'll be finished soon." A pause, then: "How would you like a flight when I am done?"
Skyfire's face brightened. "I would like that very much," he said softly, a fond smile on his lips.
The moment was spoiled by a knock at the door and Optimus Prime's muffled voice coming through. "Wheeljack, Skyfire, is Starscream with you?"
"Yes, he's here, Prime!" Wheeljack answered. "Come in!"
The door gave way to an agitated-looking Prime, flanked by Ironhide and Prowl. Red Alert could be heard fretting over something not far behind them.
"We have a situation," the leader informed the scientists. "Megatron is coming for Starscream." He turned toward said mech. "We don't have much time. You need to leave the base and hide, and you need to do it now."
"Those scramblers you built couldn't come at a better time then," Wheeljack remarked to a slightly confused Starscream.
"I expected Megatron would do something like this," the seeker stated, picking up his devices. "There's no time to lose then. I'm on my way."
"I'll go with you!" Skyfire declared without thinking.
Starscream considered him briefly, then nodded. "Okay."
"This way." Optimus Prime hurried them toward the back exit. "Once you are out, pass by the volcano and take flight only when you are on the other side. That will provide you with a cover if Megatron were to arrive too early."
Outside of the lab, the whole base was preparing for their enemy's arrival. Bots hurried to their respective battle stations, the noise of their chatter loud within the crowded halls. It was not an easy feat to walk fast and straight.
Skyfire did the sensible thing and took the front, opening a way for Optimus Prime and Starscream.
The Autobot leader placed his hands on the seeker's shoulders and leaned in, his mouth piece close to Starscream's audios. "Be very careful out there," he whispered. "I don't want to lose you to Megatron or his Decepticons."
"Don't worry," Starscream lightly turned his head and spoke in the same tone. "Thanks to the device Skyfire and I carry, we'll be invisible to them. They won't detect us."
"I hope so," Optimus said, before gently nuzzling Starscream's cheek. The Autobots who passed didn't pay attention to them; they were too busy and some were panicking. The ex-Decepticon turned his head toward the Prime some more. His cheek brushed against the Autobot's mask and his optics dimmed.
The kiss lasted only an astro-second. The next, Starscream and Skyfire were out in the open, Optimus watching them run along the volcano's black wall. Now only time mattered.
OOo
Megatron arrived at the base a few breems later.
The Autobots, although not completely ready for their enemy's arrival, stood bravely at the Ark's main entrance, their guns raised. Megatron had just landed in front of them.
Ironhide, who flanked the Prime along with Prowl, discretely leaned closer to his leader. "He's alone, Prahm. Why don't we destroy 'im while we have tha chance?"
Before Prime could do as much as think about an answer, Megatron spoke.
"I came alone and unarmed, Optimus Prime, just as you requested. But before you or your mechs think of doing something stupid, watch this!"
The tyrant switched on the holo-projector he had clasped to his arm instead of the usual fusion cannon. The hologram displayed an image that made most of the Autobots gasp, various expressions of indignation appearing on their faces.
The image, obviously a feed from Reflector's lens, showed a fair number of Decepticons perched on a seemingly tall building. They had captured a dozen or so humans and were threatening them with their weapons. Several mechs among them held flame-throwers.
"If you so as much as bruise me," Megatron warned, "those humans will die and their city will burn to ashes. Whatever you do, you'll arrive too late to save them."
"You are bluffing!" Ironhide shook his fist threateningly.
Optimus placed a comforting hand on his arm to silence him. "We can't risk those people's lives," he whispered to him.
"Autobots! Lower your weapons!" Optimus commanded. "Megatron, follow me. I will lead you through our base." He beckoned his arch-enemy over politely, loathing the moment. He couldn't wait for this 'inspection' to be over.
"I don't need an escort, Prime," Megatron retorted. He then marched arrogantly toward the entrance, his head held high in a perfect show of superiority. He paused upon reaching Optimus. Megatron turned fully toward him and gave him his sweetest smile.
"What is this? You're not offering your guest a drink?" Megatron faked offense. "Oh well, since you seem to have forgotten your manners, I'll accept your offer - the one you never made - of quality high grade."
oOo
Skyfire and Starscream were safe. They had escaped easily and undetected, thanks to their scramblers. While they had been prepared for a long flight, fate decided otherwise. They only had to fly straight ahead for five breems before Skyfire found the perfect hiding spot for them.
"There's a cave somewhere along the flanks of this mountain," he informed Starscream. "I spotted it some time ago. Its ceiling is high enough for me to enter and has several galleries that spread in seemingly random directions. No one will find us there, and even if they did, we'll hear them coming."
"You are a genius, Sky," Starscream commented, following the shuttle toward the entrance of the cave. It was indeed big enough to allow them in, as it drilled deep into the mountain's core.
They walked carefully into the galleries, mapping them into their data center to make sure they wouldn't get lost in the intricate labyrinth. Starscream, never one to enjoy underground trips, concentrated on his mental drawing of the cave. After some time, the passage tightened and they had to stop and sit down where they were. Now all they had to do was wait for the "all clear" and hope Megatron wouldn't overstay his welcome.
It was so dark that they could only see each other's optics, which made for a very bright source of light in contrast with the deep darkness surrounding them. Too bright, they decided. Anything that could help their potential pursuers in their search needed to be taken care of.
Even though reluctant to do so, they switched their optic sensors off and complete blackness engulfed them.
It was uncomfortable, to say the least. The ground was hard and uneven under their plating and the virtual weight above their heads made their systems twitch in discomfort. Being blind didn't help at all. They switched their radar on, since it was the only way for them to keep sentry.
The echoes they received from the walls of the cave, too close all around them, only reminded them that they didn't have much freedom of movement.
"Doesn't it remind you of the old days?" Skyfire muttered, breaking the too thick silence.
He couldn't see Starscream, but imagined his expression fairly well. His optics would be dimming in thought and his face would have that little frown that Skyfire had always found cute.
"Are you referring to that planet we thought uninhabited?" Starscream asked, after a thoughtful moment of silence.
"Hiliriom," his friend said. "When we discovered that, in fact, the planet was inhabited and its population was quite big and hostile. Do you remember? We had to hide for some time in a cave similar to this one."
"It wasn't the same," Starscream said coldly. "That cave was larger, almost comfortable, to stay in."
Skyfire smiled fondly at the memory. He nodded his head, forgetting that his old partner couldn't see him. "And then we found that underground lake. The water was clear and warm..."
He heard a long sigh from Starscream and immediately concluded that his friend was feeling as nostalgic as he was, at the mention of their past adventures.
"We thought we'd never get out of that place, we thought we were going to die," the seeker mused out loud, a light touch of bitter resentment in his voice, which thankfully Skyfire didn't hear.
"And that is one of my fondest memories..." Skyfire admitted carefully. Starscream only snorted.
"I wonder how long that will take," he said, changing the subject abruptly. His tone was clearly annoyed.
"What?" Skyfire asked, confused by the rhetorical question that didn't quite fit in their previous conversation.
"Megatron." The seeker huffed. "How long before he's done and we can go back to base?"
"You miss Ratchet, do you?" the shuttle asked, redirecting the conversation none too subtly, the obscurity helping his boldness. He knew he shouldn't ask things like that, but ever since he had heard the rumours spreading around the base about his old friend being involved romantically with the medic, he wanted to know the truth.
"I miss being out of this cave," Starscream retorted, voice harsh with annoyance. His natural lack of patience made him edgy and this only added to the discomfort he felt having to be in such a place for an unknown length of time.
"Why should I miss Ratchet?" he added, almost as an after-thought.
Skyfire imagined the seeker's head tilting on the side in wonder or curiosity and smiled.
"I heard rumours," he explained, "about you and him being together."
"Since when do you listen to rumours, Skyfire?" Starscream snorted again and chuckled, mocking him. "Ratchet is courting me, but I'm afraid I won't be able to respond the way he wishes me to. He's a good mech, yes, but I'm not sure. Feelings are not something I can deal with right now."
This reassured Skyfire and disappointed him at the same time. When he didn't reply, Starscream said nothing more and they fell back into an uncomfortable silence.
After some time, Starscream spoke again. "You were the first to condemn the corrupt senate," he said calmly, softly. "In the past, you used to say that our world would be better without them."
Skyfire had been replaying selected scenes of their past adventures in his head. Nothing was better than memories of the past to help the future come sooner. Starscream's unexpected and bitter words startled him.
"Yes," he mumbled. "I said that."
"When you disappeared and I came back without you," the seeker continued, "I went directly to see the council, to beg them to organize a rescue mission for you. They wouldn't listen. They wrote you off as dead and accused me of your assassination. I was fired from the University. They took my work away, destroyed it, and threw me in Kaon's prison..."
Skyfire gasped, shocked. He extended a hand and searched blindly for the other mech, wanting and needing to bring him comfort.
"I'm sorry, Star. I didn't know." He heard a light scraping of metal against rock. Starscream had sensed the proximity of his hand and leaned away from the touch. He wasn't finished.
"I was so happy when I found you, I had honestly never thought you survived...but then you left me for the Autobots...for those you used to criticize openly, for those who took us apart and who disgraced me."
"I never meant to abandon you, Star." Skyfire's hand reached out again. This time, Starscream didn't flinch away. "But I became aware of how much time had passed. The Autobots had changed and I could never have followed a sparkless monster like Megatron. Optimus Prime and his mechs helped me and welcomed me in their ranks. They have been really good to me...and they have done just the same for you. Certainly you have changed your mind about them now?"
The red seeker held onto his big hand. "Yes, I have, and I can only recognize that they have indeed changed. I'm grateful for what they have done for me."
He shifted his position carefully, so as to not damage his wings on the cave's wall. He slowly moved to lean against Skyfire's larger frame. "I needed to tell you all this, to get closure," he whispered. "To finally leave our past to rest."
The gentle giant slid an arm around the seeker's shoulders, careful of his own force and of his friend's delicate wings. "It was the right thing to do," he commented, an obvious fondness to his low voice. "And I glad you told me all this." Starscream's body was tense against him.
"You know, Skyfire..." he whispered hesitantly, "in that cave, when we uncovered the underground lake, what we did then..." Skyfire held his next intake, his own frame suddenly tense. "...it was nice," Starscream finished, leaning closer, his voice lowered into a husky breath.
oOo
Back at the Ark, Megatron was parading through the place like it was Darkmount itself.
A very aggravated Optimus Prime followed him as he went, praying to all gods that this visit didn't last much longer. The Decepticon leader had investigated every room, every private quarter, even going as far as to inspect the engine room. He looked into cupboards, under berths, and even pulled up a ladder to crawl partway inside the ventilation shafts.
"You should conclude, by now," Optimus stated, annoyed by this cinema, "that your second-in-command is not here."
"I haven't found him," Megatron retorted, "but that is not proof that he's not here, only that he's not here now."
They walked down the hall leading to the medbay, which Megatron hadn't checked yet, along with Wheeljack's lab.
"Are you implying that we are keeping him someplace else, outside of the base?" Optimus made a perfect show of looking offended as well as annoyed. "That would make no sense."
"I haven't seen that Shuttle, Skyfire, yet," Megatron remarked after a brief silence.
"He's out on a scientific mission," Optimus lied. "He's been gone for meta-cycles."
"He'll be gone forever if I ever happen to meet him," Megatron said flatly. "Termination is a deserter's only rightful punishment." He stopped abruptly and turned toward Prime. "And if I find out he has Starscream, termination will be all he'll wish for!"
Optimus offered him only a blank face and wished he wouldn't have to pull this act for too long. "The medbay is there, Megatron. Let's get on with this."
The warlord pushed the doors open like he would if this had been his own throne room. "Ah, the 'Hatchet's lair!" he commented, looking at said 'Hatchet' malevolently. "Mind your wrenches while I visit the place, doctor," he added as a warning.
The medic seethed in silent rage as Megatron started to carelessly disturb the order of his 'domain'. Ratchet had always denied being an organization freak, but he was mindful of his workspace. He was also a little maniacal when it came to the disposition of his stuff, the order of his tools and the cleanliness of his medbay.
'It is only natural', he thought. One appreciated working in an ordered, tidy place.
Megatron was downright ravaging the room. He opened crates and cupboards, flinging tools and precious material over his shoulder, uncaring of where they landed.
But more than the savage wrecking of his medbay, Megatron's presence infuriated the medical officer. He had the urge to grab something sharp and jump at the Decepticon's throat to stab the monster with it until he begged for his life.
Ratchet wouldn't spare his life because a mech like him didn't deserve to function.
He held tight onto one of the medical benches, using it as an anchor to keep his impulses in control, well aware that what he wanted to do and what he could do were two different things. But his stare bore deep into the warlord's plating and his optics conveyed all the destructive emotions Megatron's presence elicited in him.
As if feeling the stare, Megatron turned toward him and smiled. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, greatly amused by Ratchet's boiling anger.
"Because you disgust me," Ratchet spat, potent venom lacing his words. Megatron merely laughed. The medic tensed automatically as the Decepticon walked toward him, suddenly remembering that the mech had, in his time, ripped sparks out of gladiators' chassis with only his bare hands.
Megatron towered above him, leaning down until his nose plate almost touched Ratchet's.
"I wonder how you will feel then," he growled low and sweetly, his mouth curved into a dark smile, "the day I drink the fuel of my victory right out of you and your friends' lines." He extended his glossa to deliver a long lick to Ratchet's cheek. The Autobot shivered in disgust and fear and couldn't prevent a light whimper to escape his constricted throat.
"This is enough, Megatron," Optimus Prime intervened. "You have no right to threaten my men. Are you done here? Shall we move on?" he said, gesturing to the door.
Ratchet sagged in relief when Megatron leaned away with a small, disturbing chuckle, finally following out after the Prime, exiting the place at last.
The Autobot leader led his arch-rival to Wheeljack's lab, the last step of this unwanted visit. Quickly, he keyed in the code, covering the panel with a hand so Megatron wouldn't see, even though the Decepticon didn't even watch what he was doing. He had a strange expression to his face and his optics searched for something on the ceiling, something he eventually seemed to find. Optimus followed his stare but saw nothing different there than the familiar, plain, orange-colored ceiling.
"Come in, Megatron," he pressed. "Not that you'll find anything of interest in there."
His enemy observed the room from the outside, poked his head in and briefly inhaled the air, but never entered. "Alright, Prime!" he said, turning away from the room and toward the Autobot leader. "I have seen enough. The humans will be released as soon as I am back to my own base, which I have to say, is much more comfortable and pleasant to the optics than this rusted wreck you call a base."
On that, he marched out, his steps confident. He knew where he was going, Optimus realized with dread. Of course his enemy had taken advantage of this visit to map the layouts of the base, drawing a perfect copy of its plan in his mind.
Megatron held himself like the champion he had once been as he made his way out, his nonchalant attitude befitting one who thought he owned the world.
No one saw what he left behind.
Optimus watched him leave and slid his hands on his face as if to rub the humiliation and the stress away. He sighed deeply, feeling not quite happy, but still relieved that this inconvenient visit was finally over with.
He walked to the command center and watched, on Teletraan One, as Megatron's echo left their radar range. His autobots assembled behind him and stood in silence, waiting with him.
He waited a moment more, for safety, and then sent a message to Skyfire and Starscream, to inform them it was now safe to return to base.
oOo
"Not a moment too early!" Starscream declared, eagerly leaving the cave with Skyfire in tow.
"Let's go back quickly!" the shuttle exclaimed. Pushing power to his engines, he caught up with Starscream and took the front position.
The seeker, who didn't appreciate being overtaken, passed him by the next instant, taking back his leading position. He ignited his thrusters some more, not quite fully, but that still allowed him to reach a speed Skyfire couldn't match.
Starscream rocketed ahead, just as eager as his partner to be back to base, back to the comfort of his room.
He had to wait for him in the end and when Skyfire finally landed, they both ran inside. They ran through the halls, laughing like younglings. Skyfire chased after him and it didn't take long before Starscream let himself be caught. He chuckled adorably as he turned into the shuttle's hold to place his hands flat on his broad chest. "My quarters!" he breathed. "Now!"
They moved apart and Starscream grabbed Skyfire's hand, dragging him toward his private room. They both ran there and, once arrived, the seeker quickly keyed in the code. He pulled Skyfire's head down for a forceful, heated kiss, and then pushed him inside hurriedly.
He had already commed Prime to inform him that he'd do his report later on, after a most-needed recharge.
Skyfire stumbled on his feet, thrown off balance by Starscream's rough shove. He landed on the berth, right where the seeker wanted him. The door slid close with a light hiss of air and Starscream didn't even take the time to switch the lights on.
He straddled his friend's big thighs, grinning from audio to audio.
"It seems you have me at your mercy!" Skyfire chuckled, desire seeping through in his voice.
"Who said I'll be merciful?" Starscream purred, looking down from his seated position. He mapped the offered body below him with his hands, searching for sensitive seams and wires.
"Oh Starscream..." Skyfire moaned hotly, his optics already dimmed by lust.
The seeker smirked, pushing his fingers into transformation seams; the shuttle squirmed beautifully.
When Starscream finally went down on him, all burning passion and feral energy, the thick door effectively muffled Skyfire's cries.
Somewhere above, hidden in the ceiling, two small, slanted optics flashed a bright crimson. The spy turned away, disappearing in the darkness of a ventilation shaft, so he could safely send the recording to his master.