A/N- For those of you who don't really do the mech/mech pairings, the only reason I write 'em is because the very first TF fic I read (and the whole reason I became a transfan) stated that the bots don't really have genders, per se, the just choose to identify as such. Well, that really stuck with me, so I've chosen to use that belief as well.


Starscream laid on the berth he shared with his sparkmate Megatron as he wondered what the mech had gotten him for Primesmas. Despite the fact that they had been bonded since the end of the war, which had been vorns ago, Megatron still didn't completely understand his mate, and he was worried the hulking silver mech would get him something useless again. Starscream was a simple mech with simple needs. A decent blend of energon whenever he required it, a nice big housing unit to give him enough room to fly around if he wished, and a nice overstuffed berth to retire on every night. And maybe a polish every other cycle or two. Not to mention whatever trinket happened to catch his optic whenever he was out and about. Was that too much to ask?

Well, at least Megatron had more than enough credits to adequately take care of Starscream, but he only had half the processor to put the credits to good use sometimes. But instead, the mech seemed to enjoy spending precious time and energy over silly things like working to abolish the rich mechs forcing more desperate ones to work for them in mines and such, or trying to rid Cybertron of the gladiator pits. Silly things. Why Megatron wished to spend so much time on these ridiculous projects when he had a gorgeous, high quality mate to take care of, Starscream would never know.

But wait! There was Megatron at the door now! Starscream instantly perked up as he imagined what the former gladiator would have with him. Would it be a fine polish? Or maybe a few petrohound puppies! No, wait, scratch that, Starscream would be expected to care for them. His wings trembled in excitement as Megatron stepped into their shared quarters held in his arms…. Nothing? Wait, there must be some mistake! Maybe the gift was too large to fit inside the berthroom?

"Well, Megatron?" the Seeker all but snarled. "Where is it?"

"Where is what, my dear Starscream?" the mech replied, a knowing glint in his optics.

"Where's my Primesmas gift! I hope you didn't forget it!" Starscream glared at his mate and sat expectantly. Perhaps Megatron was carrying his gift around in his subspace?

"Oh of course, Starscream. Your gift. I had almost forgotten. And the best part? I didn't have to spend a single one of my hard-earned credits!"

Starscream let loose an ear-shattering shriek at that. "Not a single credit? It was FREE?!"

"Calm down, my dear. I couldn't have the mighty Starscream go without a present now could I? It would be so wrong of me.

Starscream pointed a silver servo at his chuckling mate. "You had better be playing some kind of trick, Megatron. Tell me what you got me now before I have Ratchet or Hook reformat you into a sparkling's toy!"

Megatron instantly sobered as he realized his sparkmate was all too serious. Ever since they had bonded, the small Seeker had been less and less afraid of him, and Megatron had no doubt that he would carry out his threat if forced.

He held up his servos in an attempt to placate the volatile mech before him. "Relax, dear, I really did get you a gift, and I think you might enjoy this more than that time when I paid for you to get that wing massage."

Starscream raised an optic ridge and shuddered with delight as he remembered that particular gift. The massage itself had been wonderful, but it had taken absolute ages before he found a femme that was worthy to give him the massage.

"Oh? And what did you get me this time that you think I will so enjoy?"

"Why, Starscream, I got you sparklings."

Starscream nearly exploded from the berth as he charged at Megatron and began a frantic effort to find the sparklings that Megatron claimed to have gotten. "Where are they? Do not jest with me, Megatron, you know how badly I've wanted sparklings!"

Megatron chuckled as he watched his mate search him enthusiastically. "Starscream, I cannot simple purchase sparklings, and the days that I would have botnapped them are long gone. Not, I meant to say that I would try for sparklings. With you."

Starscream grinded to a halt as he took a moment to process what his mate had said. "Oh. You mean that we can… try for a Seekerling or two? Really Megatron? I know you agreed to thing about having them, but you finally made up your processors?"

Megatron said nothing, he merely nodded as he watched Starscream's joy with fondness, and then he was nearly tackled as the Seeker threw himself upon the ex warlord in a fierce hug.

"Thank you, Megatron! I was beginning to think that I would never have sparklings of my own! This was the best Primesmas gift you could have given me!"

Megatron chuckled as he slid hem both onto the oversized berth. "You are welcome, Starscream. And I couldn't have my mate go childless. I am not that cruel anymore.

Starscream's optics glowed with love and affection, and then with desire as he realized that Megatron had placed them in a rather compromising position on their berth.

"Thank you again, Megatron. I intend to repay you for this however I can."

"Do not bother Starscream, you repaid me in full when you agreed to bond with me so long ago. Now, relax and stop talking so much…"

Any more words that Starscream might have had were silenced by Megatron's lip components moving on his. He shuddered with delight at the thought that he would be a parent soon, and he surrendered fully to Megatron's gentle care.

"I love you, Megatron."

"As I love you, Starscream. Always."