Starscream laid back after Megatron was finished and just when the warlord walked out, the Seeker gathered enough courage to say it. "I love you, Megatron."
The larger mech stopped and looked at him. "I love you, too."
The Seeker purred and stood slowly, hugging the mech until he pushed him away. He smiled up at him and he told the whole story to Nightshade as she cleaned him up and treated his aching valve.
"I can't believe he loves me! He fragging loves me!"
She purred and smiled. "I think he loves fragging you, sweetspark," she whispered. The Seeker flipped over and saw that she had a jealous glint in her optics.
"You're totally jealous," he accused. He pulled away from her. "I can't be with you anymore. Our kids are growing up. We can't do this anymore. If someone finds out that the sparklings are ours..." He shook his helm. "I have to move on..."
She stood up and walked out, taking her bag of supplies with her. "Very well," she hissed.
Starscream growled into his pillow as he focused on falling asleep. He thought they were both going to pretend that their relationship had not happened for the sakes of their lives and the lives of their sons. He traced a heart onto his pillow with his talon. He loved Nightshade, but he loved Megatron more. He smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
It had been days since Starscream confessed his love to Megatron and every morning the warlord had fragged him mercilessly. Nightshade stopped checking up on him and his valve had begun to sting more and more each day. He considered stopping by in the MedBay, but he did not know who would be in there, so he instead worked on ignoring the pain.
That was about the time the Autobots raided the Nemesis.
He was in the storage room, counting off the supply of cubes when the explosion rattled him to his knees. He looked around and huddled into a ball when the mechs he recognised from the Wreckers raided the storage room. He tried to get up and run, but he tripped and knocked his helm against the floor. He scurried out of there on his belly, smacking into the legs of a tall mech he had no time to recognise.
The mech's arms scooped him up and held him against his chest. He cried out and whimpered, kicking and squirming. "Please let me go!"
"Shh, mech. It is alright. I will not harm you. Relax. Come with me and you will be safe."
The Seeker continued to cry out for Megatron, but the warlord did not come to his rescue. He continued to scream as the mech carried him out off the Nemesis and into a semi trailer, where he curled into a ball and whimpered for the mech he loved.
The mech returned for him and Starscream saw it was Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. He hissed at first, but the ache in his helm stopped him from continuing his warning.
"Do not fret, Starscream. We will take good care of you while you heal. Your injury was not part of the plan. It was those ridiculous heels that hurt you," he chuckled softly. "I told you to get those replaced."
Starscream closed his optics and let the Autobot leader lift him up. He remembered the Hall of Records and knocking his helm against the stairs to the entrance. A cheery face had told him the same thing before everything faded to black.