As a Decepticon you were up for ridicule for whatever idiotic activities you took part in during over-charged celebrations after the rare successful raid. As the Decepticon Supreme Commander though, no one could say slag about it.
Starscream, as he knew only too well, was not the Decepticon Supreme Commander, and he therefore knew that this would come back to haunt him tomorrow morning as soon as he regained consciousness. Of course, under the influence he was, he didn't care much at for the moment. Soundwave's music was encouraging him to dance; so he was going to dance frag it.
But no one wanted to dance alone.
It was either fate or a horrible coincidence that Megatron was the closest to him.
He boldly took his Commander's large dark servos in each of his, pulling his massive bulk out of his throne. Surprisingly, Megatron complied, getting heavily to his pedes, swaying slightly under the sheer amount of high grade he'd consumed.
"Dance wi' me," Starscream ordered rather than requested his Commander.
Megatron, too far gone to remember that Starscream should have been hit for speaking to him in such a manner, smirked at the seeker, stumbling into his personal space.
He placed his servos low on Starscream's hips, too low to be decent, and held the seeker's frame against him. Starscream threw his arms around his neck and started an out of rhythm swaying motion, encouraging Megatron to move with him.
There were laughs, wolf whistles and jeers from all around them, most of them directed at Starscream, but neither paid any attention, too busy trying not to step on each other's pedes.
The music changed, and so did their dance. Starscream pulled away -much to Megatron's disappointment- and took his leader's servos in his again. There was distance between their frames again, a fact Megatron changed when he span Starscream around and pulled him back towards him.
There was mild surprise in Starscream's expression when he found his back, wings and aft flush against Megatron's front, but he smirked as he felt a warm gentle mouth on the back of his neck.
He allowed his leader to move from side to side with him, still swaying horribly out of time.
The jeers were louder now, but the attention only made Starscream smirk.
The mouth on his neck was making gradual progress around his helm to his jaw line. Starscream turned sideways to meet them, his optics meeting Megatron's for a split second before their lips slid together, it was a brief, closed mouthed kiss; Starscream closed his optics in bliss.
Unfortunately both the high grade and euphoric effect his leader was having on him was too much for his systems to take. As a result he literally swooned, falling to a heap on the floor at Megatron's pedes.
He'd never live this one down.
The fragging aft head had been gone for an entire vorn! An entire vorn and not a single comm., no word whatsoever about his whereabouts or if he was returning.
Starscream was fuming, and that inconsiderate glitch thought he could just waltz back in here, smirk at him as if he'd never left?! After what he did?! After what he'd left him with?! The megalomaniacal bucket head didn't seem to consider or care for the repercussions of their... of the 'incident".
Well if he thought Starscream was going to run into his arms as soon as he landed at base he'd have a another thing coming.
He paced back and forth angrily on the landing deck. Soundwave, Soundwave had received word of their leader's impending approach, not him, the Second in Command, but Soundwave. Starscream had to fight back the urge not to hit the 'oh so loyal' Third in Command. He needed to save all of his energy for his leader.
Thundercracker and Skywarp stood warily behind him, no doubt nervous about their trine leaders temper in his… condition.
Well they should be. Megatron should be.
An entire vorn!
Starscream grit his dermis, his servos curling into fists as he now heard his leader's approach.
Megatron landed with his usual arrogance, standing in place for a moment as if wanting Starscream to look at him, wanting him to fawn over him, wanting him to rush over and cry about how much he'd missed him.
We'll it wasn't going to happen.
Starscream held his position, arms crossed and expression stern.
Megatron sauntered over, dismissing Soundwave with a wave of his servo as he approached his second.
"Starscream," he said softly, optics dimming in fondness as he gazed over his irate Air Commander. A small smile made its way onto his lips.
"You've been gone a while." Starscream hissed, derma clinched, waiting for the apology. None came, and Megatron had the audacity to smirk.
Starscream glared deeply into his optics, mentally screaming at his leader, say it! Say it.
"I am sure you took great pleasure in acting as Commander in my absence." Megatron said smoothly, gesturing for Starscream to walk with him into the base.
Starscream's servos curled into fists at the taunt. Or was it a taunt? Megatron was a thick headed aft after all, maybe he really didn't know. His silence prompted curiosity from his leader.
"Disappointed seeker?" he growled, looking down to consider his second, "Shouldn't you be more pleased that your master has returned, or are you merely sulking because you have to return to your lowly place beneath me?"
Starscream kept his optics fixed ahead of him, By Primus, the slagger really didn't know.
"Disappointed that you came back?" Starscream screeched, "Not quite my lord. Perhaps if you possessed better skills of perception you'd be able to work out the true reason for my ire."
Megatron growled, but it was so soft and quiet it sounded much like a purr. Starscream shivered.
"Do enlighten me Starscream," he asked and waited as moments of silence passed between them. "Starscream," he growled after a while, "I do not like being kept waiting."
"Oh YOU don't like being kept waiting!" Starscream snapped, "What a pity."
"What is this about?" he Megatron rumbled, coming to stop and turning on the smaller mech, looming over him.
Starscream wasn't the least bit intimidated. Never was. Never had been. "You've been gone for a vorn!" he shouted, "an entire vorn!"
Megatron sneered, "And to think you had the gall to criticize my skills of perception."
"Oh shut up!" Starscream hissed boldly, and Megatron, so unused to such blatant rudeness –and normally having to decode Starscream's insults- wasn't quick enough to react appropriately before Starscream started to shriek over him, "Don't you think?! Don't you have a processor in that thick, bucket shaped helm of yours?!"
Megatron threw a punch, aiming for Starscream's wings, as he always did. He was mildly surprised to see the seeker throw his arms out in front of his cockpit rather than his wings, a more delicate area. He pinned Starscream to the bulkhead by his wings with his fist; and Starscream hissed and snarled at him, but rather than fight to get him off, the seeker's servos were still clamped firnly to his upper cockpit.
"This is too bold even for you seeker," he snarled, canon heating up, "Did you smack your little helm on the floor whilst I was gone? And to think I never would have thought your processor could scramble much more."
He released a wing and tried to prize one of Starscream's arms away from his cockpit, after all, how could he punch though the glass with such a obstacle. Starscream put up a considerable fight though, no matter how hard Megatron crushed his wrists and squeezed his wings.
The seeker must have been hiding something in there from him. He pressed his canon to the front of Starscream's chest, regardless of the limbs trying to protect it.
"Move you arms," Megatron growled, canon tip glowing ominously. He wasn't really going to shoot Starscream though the cockpit of course. The seeker had his... benefits. "You have until the count of three. One... Two…"
Starscream flung his arms out, servos pressed to the front of Megatron's grey chest instead. His expression now both panicked and angry, "Don't hurt him!" the seeker blurted out before he could stop himself.
Megatron blinked, canon automatically powering down and grip on Starscream loosening.
"Him?" he murmured to himself, and then slowly, as realization sank in, lowered his gaze to Starscream's cockpit.
He had been gone for an entire vorn; an entire vorn since he'd taken Starscream into his berth. An entire born since he was in communication with the seeker, the seeker that was...
"You're carrying?!" he blurted out, taking a step back in shock.
"Thanks to you!" Starscream spat, usual arrogance back in place now that there were a couple of meters between him and Megatron's canon.
Megatron simply stared at his cockpit, as if entranced by it. Starscream lifted his arms self-consciously. "Cut that out!" he snapped, hiding his sudden shyness behind anger.
Megatron opened his mouth and closed it again. What could he say? Starscream hadn't had any way to communicate with him, he hadn't know where he was.
"How long," he said, taking a cautious step towards the seeker again.
"Any cycle now," Starscream hissed resentfully. "I suppose I should be glad you weren't here to stress me out during the carrying."
Megatron felt a spark of guilt try to neb at his processor. Even in his absence he had been causing Starscream stress. He hadn't been here; Starscream would have had to go through it all alone.
Without asking Megatron knelt to his knees in front of Starscream, and caught the bottom of the seeker's wing before he could leap away from him. He placed his large black servo on the seeker's cockpit, covering the area, and nearly pulled rack in shock at he felt a pulse from Starscream's spark chamber.
He smirked in spite of himself. There was a feisty spark just waiting to get out in there. He risked a glance up at the previously irritable seeker, seeing the expectation in his expression.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, as quietly as possible, both to Starscream and his unborn heir.
Above him Starscream sighed, "About time." he hissed and it was clear he'd been waiting for those words since he'd arrived.
Starscream jumped when a warm mouth pressed to the front of his cockpit and he lowered his servo to touch his leader's face. Megatron caught it and pulled it to his mouth, kissing that to.
"I won't leave you again," he spoke into Starscream's fingers, sincerely.
Starscream merely nodded. If he wasn't enough for his leader to stay put, then maybe his sparkling would. He felt his chamber throb again, and happiness from his unborn sparkling at being so close to his sire spread throughout his frame.
Starscream lowered his servo to stoke the top of Megatron's helm as his leader continued to speak to his cockpit softly.
Primus, he thought to himself as he stoked down the smooth metal, he hoped his sparkling didn't inherit his sire's helmet. That would just be too cruel.
It was absurd how insubordinate Starscream had the nerve to be, even as just a head. He had no frame, no wings to carry him away, no claws to defend himself, no weapons, no thrusters… just a head.
And yet he still saw fit to tell Megatron what he was doing wrong, and why he was a fool.
As tempting as it was to simply hand the head over to Blitzwing and allow the triple changer to juggle with him as he had been asking his leader all cycle; Megatron had other plans for what remained of his once irate Air Commander.
"You rusting scrap heap!" Starscream was howling at him from his place held under his arm as Megatron strode off the bridge. He couldn't even recall what the seeker was shrieking at him for anymore, he hadn't done much else other than spit insults at him for some time now. "If you weren't such a pompous, egotistical old fool-"
Megatron growled and took Starscream out from under his arm. He held the seeker's helm tight in one of his large black servos, squeezing him harder than necessary. "I suggest you shut that mouth of yours before I find a better use for it."
And as if to prove how serious he was, he lowered Starscream's helm down slowly. He heard the straining of metal as Starscream clamped his lips shut tight, optics wide in horror.
Megatron chuckled to himself as he replaced the seeker back under his arm.
Now walking in silence, he allowed himself to drift into uncouth fantasies about just what he could do with the seeker's helm, or more cruelly, his mouth. He was just a head, with no way of defending himself, escaping or even struggling against his leader's advances.
But he wasn't so cruel as to inflict that upon the seeker, no, he would wait until his former second managed to procure a frame again before forcing him into such a pleasurable punishment. He preferred to have smooth streamlined wings onto grasp into when doing that anyway.
He could hear Starscream starting to mutter from under his arm again.
It looked like he really DID need something to keep the seeker's mouth occupied.
Starscream screeched as he was lifted up again without warning, and Megatron carelessly tossed him in the air. The world spinning around him would have made him purge had he had to tank to purge from. When his world came to a halt he found himself face to face and inches away from the irritable tyrant he once called master, who was wearing a worryingly devious expression.
"Meh-Megatron?" he asked warily.
A gasp was all he could get out as he was forced forward and shoved against Megatron's mouth. He couldn't turn his helm away; he could lash out, claw at, kick at or even struggle against the mech as a glossa was suddenly and rudely thrust into his mouth.
He couldn't lean away from the advances; there was no way of escaping.
Between trying to keep his own glossa at the back of his mouth so the larger mech couldn't get to it, he struggled to bite Megatron. The mech seemed impervious to just about anything he threw at him, so it was no surprise that his dermas clamping down on the tyrant's lips and glossa did nothing but draw deep, cringe-worthy groans from the warlord's vocaliser.
He whimpered as Megatron showed no signs of stopping, and he could feel the slight vibrations that told him Megatron had started walking again, his mouth still at held captive by him.
"Mmmh mmghghh!" he protested again.
Megatron's chuckle vibrated into his own mouth, and Starscream's helm shivered in Megatron's grasp. He whimpered again, though this time not in protest. Had he had a frame he might have been able to enjoy this. He imagined running his talons down Megatron's chest and back and arms, scoring his armor at every place he could reach. He could have wrapped his arms around his neck and pushed into the kiss, and fought for the dominance he deserved.
But as it was, he had to settle for being kept in place as Megatron's glossa silenced him.
Starscream was utterly ashamed of himself for the needy cry that left his mouth when Megatron finally pulled him away. He tried to angle himself forward to get more, but was literally tossed away, discarded like an empty energon cube, into a dark room.
The brig.
Out of the corner of his optic he could see Megatron in the doorway, grinning at him.
"Perhaps I can see about getting you your frame back after all, Starscream."
And Starscream didn't know whether to sigh in relief or groan at the implications. There were so many more places Megatron could defile on a full frame as opposed to just his mouth.